Paroles et traduction Erfan feat. Ali Gdaal - Virus

Virus

اون سی روزه هر ماه
بیرونه از خاک، بی خونه
اون ویروسه حرفاش
میخونه همرات، میخونه
نگو میپوسه تنها
بی جونه دستاش، بی جونه
نگو دیروزش بر باد
بیهوده فرداش، بیهوده
روحl کثافتِ پاره پاره
گل خارداره، دلش که صفتِ مار داره
همه ایرانمو *اییدن، همینه بار داره
پایدار یه فریاد که تا پایه دار بامه
هر کی بازی میکنه همونجور که کارت داره
ولی واسه ما همه چی ریسکه و سامواره
احساس تاریکیه اونوره ماه بامه
صدام همه جا پخشه، بم بگو ماهواره
رو صدام نمیتونن موج بندازن
مثِ 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
برا فکرایِ قفلشون مثِ اِمدادم
از اون قفلای قدیمن تا واا شه لِم دارن
اهنگامم مثِ فیلمنامن همه تِم دارن
مثه ویروسی پخش شدم توئ گوش ملت
ادامه میدم از همون جا که گوگوشه ول کرد
همهٔ صفحه های شعرِ زندگیمو حفظ شن
توو خاطراتشون مث دفتره چهلبرگ
اون سی روزه هر ماه
بیرونه از خاک، بی خونه
اون ویروسه حرفاش
میخونه همرات، میخونه
نگو میپوسه تنها
بی جونه دستاش، بی جونه
نگو دیروزش بر باد
بیهوده فرداش، بیهوده
قلمو برداشتم نوشتم دور از كينه
اگه خاكى باشى بهشتم رو زمينه
دوباره شروع مىشه بازى با لفظا پَ
مفهوم فرمانده ــَست قافيه ها سربازن آه
پُر كلمات مريضه توو سرم
مغز نمىخوابه تا همشو نريزه رو ورق
تنم آماده به جنگ بوده هميشه توو خطر بودم
آواره توو غرب فكر هميشه توو وطن
وضعيت بده گرگا تو كمينن همه
اگه شُل 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 هست
نه نميشه مانعِ رشد من زِ عمق شهر
چون قلم باز يه تبِ داغ داره
اين شعر ها پايداره تا پاى دار بامه
ساكن بهشتم زاده ى جهنم
ورسارو میكُشه قاتل قلمم
واضح من حرفم شاعر هر سبكم
راسخ من عزمم باسه ى هدفم
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
قول میدم نشی تنها
قول میدم که من نزنم درجا
قول میدم که باشم یاد فردا
قول میدم که باشم پای حرفام
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 زمستون و و بعد بهاره
تابستون کوتاه بود ولی خاطراتش موندگاره
تویِ قهوه ی تلخه تاریخمون مونده فالش
هر چی داشتیمو کردیم با دستمون زودی چالش
دلم تنگِ بود، نگو کمبود نبود نگو بودم خارج
هر روز کبودتره پا چِش
نگو بده حالش،
آزادتر أ کبوتره بالش
امید به ایرانه شب
زیره سرش جایه بالش
شعر يه نقاشى كه فكر قالبشه جالبه كه
تو افكارم بازم جولان مى دم مىگم
من پديده ى دوران مى شم
همون دورانى كه تو رسيدى تازه بهش
میگن جیدال كوش پسر روى بيتم من
جاى گوش مردم زدم تووى ميكم حرف
ساختمش نرفت چيزى تووى 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 مىشه همه چى آروم
تو يه ستاره اى بده به اين شبه سياه نور
میدم به شب سياه نور

Virus

Those thirty days each month,
Outside the soil, homeless.
His words are like a virus,
Singing with you, singing along.
Don't say he rots alone,
His hands lifeless, lifeless.
Don't say his yesterday is gone with the wind,
His tomorrow pointless, pointless.
A torn and filthy soul,
A thorny rose, with a heart like a snake.
They've *ucked all of my Iran, that's the burden it bears.
A lasting cry, standing tall with the gallows.
Everyone plays their game as their cards allow,
But for us, everything is a risk and a gamble.
A feeling of darkness, the other side of the moon is with me.
My voice is everywhere, tell me, satellite.
They can't make waves on my voice,
Like cancer, they must make waves on me.
Haha, they'd have to throw me off a tower,
To throw me down from the peak.
Anti-George Bin Laden,
Standing by my words, I endured all the insults they threw at me.
For their locked thoughts, I'm like a key.
They're like ancient locks, they need a crowbar to open.
My songs are like movies, they all have a theme.
Like a virus, I spread through the ears of the people,
I'll 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.
Those thirty days each month,
Outside the soil, homeless.
His words are like a virus,
Singing with you, singing along.
Don't say he rots alone,
His hands lifeless, lifeless.
Don't say his yesterday is gone with the wind,
His tomorrow pointless, pointless.
I picked up the pen and wrote, far from resentment.
If you are of the earth, heaven is on the ground.
The game with words begins again, with a foot on it,
The meaning is the commander - the rhymes are the soldiers, ah.
My head is full of sick words,
My brain won't sleep until it spills them all onto the paper.
My body has always been ready for war, I've always been in danger.
A wanderer in the West, my thoughts always in the homeland.
The situation is bad, the wolves are all lurking.
If I let go, the ground will hit me hard.
Mom cries, but she's dried her tears.
Dad is free, but he's behind bars, yeah.
My friend is behind me, there's a problem behind each other.
No, it can't be an obstacle to my growth from the depths of the city,
Because the pen again has a hot fever,
These poems are lasting, until the gallows are with me.
Resident of heaven, born of hell,
Killing the verses, the murderer of my pen.
My words are clear, I'm a poet of every style,
My determination is firm, with my goals.
Those thirty days each month,
Outside the soil, homeless.
His words are like a virus,
Singing with you, singing along.
Don't say he rots alone,
His hands lifeless, lifeless.
Don't say his yesterday is gone with the wind,
His tomorrow pointless, pointless.
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.
My tongue is a torture for you,
To wash away your lies, it's smoother than water.
Smoother than water, meaning smoother than (A, B, C),
Thinking is my autumn, it's okay.
After autumn comes winter, and then spring.
Summer was short, but its memories are lasting.
The fortune teller remains in the bitter coffee of our history,
We quickly challenged everything we had with our own hands.
I was homesick, don't say it wasn't 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 her head is the place of a pillow.
Poetry is a painting whose thought mold is interesting because
In my thoughts, I still roam and say,
I will become the phenomenon of the era,
The same era that you just reached.
They say, where is Jidaal, the boy on my beat, I
Instead of people's ears, I put words in the mic,
I built it, nothing went into my pocket, meaning
Sometimes fame made me more cornered.
When my friends turned on the enemy and white,
God whispered in my ear, hold your place firmly.
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.