Paroles et traduction Erfan - In Khaak

In Khaak

"ایــن خــاکــــ" ماله اونه
میخونه از خاک عاشقونه
آره این کابوس و خوابمونه
که تنمون زنده تو این خاک بسوزه
میخواد کفنه میّت برا ما بدوزه
اینم هم حال و روزه؟!
هشت سالش دروغ مثل هشت ساله بوشِ
ارزش رایش کمتر از تار موشه
سینه سوختیی بدونه سایه بونِ
یه عمری که دور از سایه بوده
زدن و شکستن طاق خونه رنگه خونه همه گلا باغ خونه
الان سالهات که خواب باغبونه توی دل هممونه و داغمونه
قشر مرفّح میخواد اخبار بدونه ولی از کوچه ترس داره و از بلاگ میخونه

"این خاک" مال اونه
میخونه از خاک عاشقونه
میزنه فریاد به آسمونش
بپره از خواب باغبونه
این خاک ماله اونه
میزنه فریاد تا بتونه
بکنه پرواز تو آسمونش
چرا سدّ راهه خونه

ما یه ملت شعار پرستیم
بیست و دوم بریم شمال تا مست شیم
نه که تصمیم معنیش پستی
کلی آرزو داری که بدی بره دو دستی
اگه میبینی منفی میگم از همه
پرم با خودم بیشتر از همه مساله دارم
بدونی ترس ندارم خود و مسخره کنم
نمیخوام بشینم عقب تو رو اسلحه کنم
اگه میبینی میکنم گله از همه
بدون بزرگترین گله دلم از منه
سر نخی نمیبینم گره دور دستمه
هی خوندم و پل خونه رو شکستمش
فکر نمیکردم ، سر پرواز و کوچ که
دلم تنگ بشه ، انقدر واسه کوچه
فکر نمیکردم ، سر پرواز و کوچ که
دلم تنگ بشه ، انقدر واسه کوچه

"این خاک" مال اونه
میخونه از خاک عاشقونه
میزنه فریاد به آسمونش
بپره از خواب باغبونه
این خاک ماله اونه
میزنه فریاد تا بتونه
بکنه پرواز تو آسمونش
چرا سدّ راهه خونه

اینا همه خیمه شب بازیه
اون واسه جیب و واسه خواب شب راضیه
بدنه تو له? تو خیابون خون جاری شه
نمیدن به مادرت اونچه ازت باقیه
شعریه که هر چی میده بهم قافیه
حقیقت ولی جای راه حال خالیه
داستانی که فرق داره از هر زاویه
از همه نظر باختیمو بد خوابیه
یا که خونمونه، یا که خاکمونه
خاکیه که فقط من و توییم پاسبونش
میخوام بدونی که آرزومه
بار دیگه بتونم ببینم آسمونش
ستاره ها رو بشمرم از طاق خونه
بشنو حسرت دلو از راه دوره
سدی ساختم بین خودمو راه خونه
سدی ساختم بین خودمو راه خونه

"این خاک" مال اونه
میخونه از خاک عاشقونه
میزنه فریاد به آسمونش
بپره از خواب باغبونه
این خاک ماله اونه
میزنه فریاد تا بتونه
بکنه پرواز تو آسمونش
چرا سدّ راهه خونه

یه روز میکنن پرواز تویه آسمونا
به کلّ دنیا فریاد که این خاک اونا
هر چی که تویه "این خاک" مال اوناس
پایدار تا پایه دار ما و آرزو ها
یه روز میکنن پرواز تویه آسمونا
به کلّ دنیا فریاد که این خاک اونا
هر چی که تویه "این خاک" مال اوناس
پایدار تا پایه دار ما و آرزو ها

"این خاک" مال اونه
میخونه از خاک عاشقونه
میزنه فریاد به آسمونش
بپره از خواب باغبونه
این خاک ماله اونه
میزنه فریاد تا بتونه
بکنه پرواز تو آسمونش
چرا سدّ راهه خونه

This Soil

"This soil" belongs to her
She sings of the soil with love
Yes, this is our nightmare and dream
That our bodies burn alive in this soil
She wants to sew a shroud for our corpses
Is this also the state of affairs?!
Eight years of lies, like eight years of its smell
The value of her vote is less than a strand of hair
Heartbreak without a shade
A lifetime that has been away from the shade
Hitting and breaking the arch of the house, the color of the house, all the flowers of the garden
Now, the years that the gardener is asleep are in our hearts and are our grief
The wealthy class wants to know the news, but is afraid of the alley and reads from blogs

"This soil" belongs to her
She sings of the soil with love
She shouts to its sky
To wake up the gardener from his sleep
This soil belongs to her
She shouts to be able
To fly in its sky
Why is it blocking the way home

We are a nation of slogan worshippers
On the 22nd, let's go north to get drunk
Not that the decision means lowness
You have many wishes that you give away with both hands
If you see me talking negatively about everyone
I'm full of myself, I have more problems than everyone else
Know that I'm not afraid to make fun of myself
I don't want to sit back and make you a weapon
If you see me complaining about everyone
Know that the biggest complaint of my heart is from me
I don't see a clue, the knot is far from my reach
I kept reading and I broke the bridge of the house
I didn't think, at the head of the flight and migration that
I would miss the alley so much
I didn't think, at the head of the flight and migration that
I would miss the alley so much

"This soil" belongs to her
She sings of the soil with love
She shouts to its sky
To wake up the gardener from his sleep
This soil belongs to her
She shouts to be able
To fly in its sky
Why is it blocking the way home

This is all a puppet show
He is satisfied for his pocket and for a night's sleep
Your body is crushed? Blood should flow in the street
They don't give your mother what's left of you
It's a poem that rhymes with everything it gives me
The truth, but instead of the way, the mole is empty
A story that is different from every angle
We lost from every point of view and it's a nightmare
Either it's our home, or it's our soil
It's the soil that only you and I are its guardians
I want you to know that it's my dream
To be able to see its sky again
I count the stars from the arch of the house
Hear the longing of the heart from afar
I built a dam between myself and the way home
I built a dam between myself and the way home

"This soil" belongs to her
She sings of the soil with love
She shouts to its sky
To wake up the gardener from his sleep
This soil belongs to her
She shouts to be able
To fly in its sky
Why is it blocking the way home

One day they will fly in the skies
Shout to the whole world that this soil is theirs
Everything in "this soil" belongs to them
Lasting until the foundation of us and our dreams
One day they will fly in the skies
Shout to the whole world that this soil is theirs
Everything in "this soil" belongs to them
Lasting until the foundation of us and our dreams

"This soil" belongs to her
She sings of the soil with love
She shouts to its sky
To wake up the gardener from his sleep
This soil belongs to her
She shouts to be able
To fly in its sky
Why is it blocking the way home