Paroles et traduction Erfan - Intro(Az Khaneh Ta Goor)

Intro(Az Khaneh Ta Goor)

قصه قصه ي رسم و روش لفظه رسم و
جلوه ي هرکه نتونه هرسه بس که
از سر و سوی خفه سر و صدا شد
هر که از کر و کوری کف نصیب ما شد
برا فکرای كهنه پاتوق هاشون که وا شد
میخوان بدون خشت بذارن آجر رو آجر
چگونه بدون یه دونه الگو نوشتیم
چگونه ز خونه خفه و آروم نشستیم
کو چشم دیدن گوش شنیدن
نباشي گم تو خود با وسوسه زيدن
بی غم نه بی انگیزه زیدن
آینده گور رو صبح فردا دیدن
شبا تا صبح بیدار و دنیا رو گذروندن
شبا تا صبح همه ي دنیا ترکوندن
از موندن همیشگی مست رویا
از آوارگی طول فردا خوندن
نقش خود با خودکار رو صفحه زنده شد
از اوج نفسم پیش همه زنده شد
از هیچ و همه چی فیلمنامه نوشتم
هر کی توش نقشی داشت تو این نامه نوشتم
نیستم تنها با این نقش به روی زمین
اگه دردمو میدونی هست برای همین
هیچ وقت نخواستم از همه نباشم
ماه کامل شب از ستاره هاجدا شم
درگیری با هویت فضای ما شد
روزی که دروازه ی غرب به روی ما وا شد
هشت سال دور از تو بین زمین و هوا
اشکام دور از تو بین زمین و چشام
از خانه تا گور اینمو و نیست انشا
سر تا تهشو گفتم تو سی مصراع

Intro(From Home to the Grave)

The story of the custom and method, the appearance
And the glory of anyone who can't, three each of them.
Muffle the head and side with all that noise.
Anyone from the deaf and blind, that's what we've come to expect.
With aging ideas, their hangouts have opened up.
They want to put bricks on top of bricks without any foundation
How did we write without a single model?
How did we endure in the suffocation of home and silence?
Where's the eye to see, the ear to hear?
You'll be lost in yourself, tempted to transgress.
Living without sorrow, without motivation,
Seeing tomorrow morning as the grave.
Staying awake all night and spending the rest of the world
Staying up all night while blowing up the world to pieces.
Intoxicated with dreams of everlasting remaining,
Singing of the distress of wandering tomorrow.
The role of writing with a pen on a screen came alive.
From the peak of my breath, it came alive before everyone.
I wrote a screenplay from nothing and everything,
Each one had a role in it, as I wrote in this letter.
I am not alone with this role on earth.
If you know my pain, that's why.
I never wanted to be different from everyone else.
The complete moon of the night, separated from the stars.
The clash with identity became our space.
The day the gate to the West was opened for us.
Eight years away from you, between the ground and the sky,
My tears away from you, between the ground and my eyes.
From home to the grave, this is an essay.
I said it all in thirty lines.