Paroles et traduction Erfan feat. Ali Gdaal - Virus (feat. Ali Gdaal)

Virus (feat. Ali Gdaal)

اون سی روزه هر ماه
بیرونه از خاک، بی خونه
اون ویروسه حرفاش
میخونه همرات، میخونه
نگو میپوسه تنها
بیجونه دستاش، بی جونه
نگو دیروزش بر باد
بیهوده فرداش، بیهوده
(ورس ۱)
آه روحم کثافته پاره پاره
گل خارداره، دلم که صفته مار داره
همه ایرانمو گاییدن، همینه بار داره
پایدار یه فریاده که تا پایه دار بامه
هر کی بازی میکنه همونجور که کارت داره
ولی واسه ما همه چی ریسکه و سامواره
احساسه تاریکیه اونوره ماه بامه
صدام همه جا پخشه، بهم بگو ماهواره
رو صدام نمیتونن موج بندازن
مث سرطانم باید رو من موج بندازن
هَه هَه، مگه منو از رو برج بندازن
تا از اوج بندازن
ضدّ جورج بن لادن
پایه حرفام موندم هرچی فحش بم دادن
برای فکرایه قفلشون مثل اِمدادم
از اون قفلایه قدیمن تا وا شه لمم دارن
اهنگامم مثل فیلمنامن همه تِم دارن
مثه ویروسی پخش شدم تو گوشه ملت
ادامه میدم از همونجا که گوگوشه ول کرد
همه صفحای شعره زندگیمو حفظ شن
تو خاطراتشون مثه دفتره چهل برگ
(کروس)
اون سی روزه هر ماه
بیرونه از خاک، بی خونه
اون ویروسه حرفاش
میخونه همرات، میخونه
نگو میپوسه تنها
بیجونه دستاش، بی جونه
نگو دیروزش بر باد
بیهوده فرداش، بیهوده
(ورس ٢)
قلم و برداشتم نوشتم دور از كينه
اگه خاكى باشى بهشتم رو زمينه
دوباره شروع مى شه بازیه با لفظ ها پ
مفهوم فرمانده است قافيه ها سربازن آه
پر كلماته مريضه تو سرم
مغز نمى خوابه تا همشو نريزه رو ورق
تنم آماده به جنگ بوده هميشه تو خطر بودم
آواره تو غرب فكر هميشه تو وطن
وضعيت بده گرگا تو كمينن همه
اگه شل بگيرم سفت منو زمينم زده
مامان گريه مى كنه ولى خشك ديده هاشو
بابا آزاده ولى پشت ميله هاست آره
رفيقم پشت من ، پشت هم يه مشكل ان
نه نميشه مانعِ رشد من ز عمق شهر
چون قلم باز يه طب داغ داره
اين شعر ها پايداره تا پاى دار بامه
ساكن بهشتم زاده ى جهنم
ورسارو مى كشه قاتله قلمم
واضحه من حرفم شاعر هر سبكم
راسخ من عظمم واسه ى هدفم
(کروس)
اون سی روزه هر ماه
بیرونه از خاک، بی خونه
اون ویروسه حرفاش
میخونه همرات، میخونه
نگو میپوسه تنها
بیجونه دستاش، بی جونه
نگو دیروزش بر باد
بیهوده فرداش، بیهوده
(بریج)
قول میدم نشی تنها
قول میدم که من نزنم درجا
قول میدم که باشم یاد فردا
قول میدم که باشم پای حرفام(2)
(ورس ٣)
آه براتون زبونم عذابه
برا شستنِ دروغاتون روونتر از آبه
روونتر آبه یعنی روونتر از اِی ، بی ، سی
فکر کردن خزونمه عیبی نی
بعد از خزون زمستونو بعد بهاره
تابستون کوتا هه ولی خاطراتش موندگاره
تویه قهوه ی تلخه تاریخمون مونده فالش
هر چی داشتیمو کردیم با دستامون زودی چالش
دلم تنگ بود، نگو کمبود نبود نگو بودم خارج
هرووز کبودتره پا چش
نگو بده حالش،
آزادتر از کبوتره بالش
امید به ایرانه شبا
زیره سرش جایه بالش(2)
(ورس4)
شعر يه نقاشیه كه فكر قالبشه جالبه كه
تو افكارم بازم جولان مى دم مى گم
من پديده ى دوران مى شم
همون دورانى كه تو رسيدى تازه بهش
مى گن جى دال كوش پسر روى بيتم من
جاى گوش مردم زدم توى ميكم حرف
ساختمش نرفت چيزى توى جيبم يعنى
گاهى شهرت بدتر گوشه گيرم كرد
وقتى دوستام كردن روى دشمن و سفيد
خدا در گوشم گفت جا تو محكم تو بگير
گفت با من باش مى شه همه چى آروم
تو يه ستاره اى بده به اين شبه سياه نور
مى دم به شب سياه نور

Virus (feat. Ali Gdaal)

Those thirty days each month
He's outside the soil, homeless
His words are a virus
Singing with you, singing
Don't say he'll rot alone
His hands lifeless, lifeless
Don't say his yesterday is gone
His tomorrow futile, futile
(Verse 1)
Ah, my soul is filthy, torn apart
A thorny rose, my hardened heart harbors a snake
They screwed my whole Iran, that's the burden it bears
A persistent cry that stands with me to the very foundation
Everyone plays their game as their cards allow
But for us, everything is a risk, a gamble
The feeling of darkness, the moon's light is with me
My voice is broadcasted everywhere, call me a satellite
They can't silence my voice
Like cancer, they must try to suppress me
Heh heh, unless they throw me off a tower
To bring me down from the peak
Against George Bin Laden
I stand by my words, enduring every curse they throw at me
For their locked thoughts, I am like a locksmith
They struggle to open those ancient locks, they need my touch
My songs are like movies, each with a theme
Like a virus, I spread through the ears of the nation
I continue from where Googoosh left off
Let them memorize all the pages of my life's poem
In their memories, like a forty-page notebook
(Chorus)
Those thirty days each month
He's outside the soil, homeless
His words are a virus
Singing with you, singing
Don't say he'll rot alone
His hands lifeless, lifeless
Don't say his yesterday is gone
His tomorrow futile, futile
(Verse 2)
I picked up my pen and wrote, far from resentment
If you are soil, my heaven is on Earth
The game with words begins again, P
The concept is commander, the rhymes are soldiers, ah
My head is full of sick words
My brain doesn't sleep until it spills them all onto paper
My body was always ready for war, I was always in danger
A wanderer in the West, my thoughts always in my homeland
The situation is bad, wolves are all lurking
If I loosen my grip, the ground will firmly strike me down
Mom cries, but her eyes are dry
Dad is free, but behind bars, yeah
My friend is behind me, behind each other, one problem
No, you can't stop my growth from the depths of the city
Because the pen has a hot medicine again
These poems are eternal, they stand with me to the gallows
A resident of heaven, born of hell
My pen is the murderer, killing the verses
It's clear, I speak my truth, a poet of every style
I am firm, my bone, for my goal
(Chorus)
Those thirty days each month
He's outside the soil, homeless
His words are a virus
Singing with you, singing
Don't say he'll rot alone
His hands lifeless, lifeless
Don't say his yesterday is gone
His tomorrow futile, futile
(Bridge)
I promise you won't be alone
I promise I won't stand still
I promise to remember tomorrow
I promise to stand by my words(2)
(Verse 3)
Ah, my tongue is a torment for you
To wash away your lies, it flows smoother than water
Smoother than water, meaning smoother than A, B, C
Thinking is my autumn, it's okay
After autumn comes winter, then spring
Summer is short, but its memories are lasting
In the bitter coffee of our history, remains the fault
We quickly challenged everything we had with our own hands
My heart was tight, don't say it was a lack, don't say I was abroad
Every day the foot of the eye is more bruised
Don't say his condition is bad,
His wings are freer than a dove's
Hope for Iran at night
Under his head, the place of a pillow(2)
(Verse 4)
Poetry is a painting where thought is its mold, it's interesting that
In my thoughts, I roam again, I say
I will become the phenomenon of the era
The same era you just arrived at
They say where is GD, boy, on my beat
Instead of people's ears, I hit my mic with words
I built it, nothing went into my pocket, meaning
Sometimes fame made me more isolated
When my friends turned against me, and white
God whispered in my ear, hold your place tight
He said be with me, everything will be calm
You are a star, give light to this dark night
I give light to the dark night