Paroles et traduction Hichkas - Mooye Parishoon

Mooye Parishoon

ورس 1[ هیچکس ]:
از وقتی که چشُ باز ، کرد جلو پاش
سنگ ، بوده همیشه مه و راه ، تنگ ، میشده زیرِ پا لهُ آه.
انگ ، میزننُ شاد نبود میزد گوشۀ اتاق
چنگ ، به صورتش ببوسنش رنگ نمیده سیلیِ داده به لُپاش
رنگ ، یه روز اگه ، کسی بهش چیزی نگه تعجب میکنه
عادت داره بکوبنش ، سوار بشنُ بروننش
آقاش میگفت که پول کمِ ، فکر کردی یه لول بسه
سطلِ زباله رو دیدی چه بوش بدِ ، توش چپوندنت
گفتی خونه امِ باور نکن ، ترک کن غربت واسه اون یه عالمِ
این شهرُ کلا دوست نداره ، آرزوشه غریبه رو پوست نذاره دست ، وجود نداره نه
یه راه دیگه راه جلو روش فرارِ قصد
داره یه شاهزده ببینه که هست سوارِ اسبُ ، نور فواره کرد
توی دل ، باد تو موی ول ، دستا باز وایستادِ روی پله ای که
میخوره بالا گل روی تِل ، چرا فقر وقتی جامونه پهلویِ گِل
کروس [ رویا عرب ]:
World sending god need was not mind
Families want of ways memories always the fall
Let them go who are pages of my life
World the send just the toasted of fake landed near
ورس 3[ داریوش ]:
خیابون یه پدرِ بد جنسِ ، تو هم دخترِ خیابونی
ولی بازم نمیرسه رحمش بهت // واسش ، مرده و نفرتِ حرسش
غول پیکرِ زشتِ ، قد بلندِ تموم نمیشه هر چی میکنیم مترش
رو مخی واسه تو نگاه فقلِ یه بیماریِ جنسیِ از پشتِ بنزش ، تاریکیُ حفظِ
اسفندُ اَ همۀ ماها بهتر تو بلدی // طرفی برو که کرده عوضی
خلاصه به هر سازی که میزنه نرقصی // اما تو عاشقِ رقصی ، اینو کسی نفهمید
دایره بازا تو این اتوبان میدونن عبور نمیکنه // موهاتو بادِ ماشینا شونه میکنه
این شونه ها روتِ میخوره // تیرِ تهمت به دشمنت سنتِ
اما تو فقط (!) ، هر نگاهی از هر حق طلب داری
اما تو داری زرۀ حق همش ، اَ رو تنت تهم ، بالای این همه مشکل سمر داری
(!) پیشِ تنم باشه ، خدا یه چی میده یه چی میگیره
فکر نکن مثه آدمای دورت تبهکارم

My Dear Parish

Verse 1[ Hichkas ]:
From the moment I opened my eyes, there were always
Stones in my path, fog, and narrow roads that could crush my feet.
They would call me names, say I was not happy, and lock me in a room
They would scratch my face to kiss me, but their slaps left no mark on my cheek
If someone ever speaks kindly to me, I am surprised
They are used to beating me, riding me, and throwing me out
My master said I don't make enough money, do you think one roll is enough?
Have you seen the garbage can? It smells so bad, they threw me in it
You said I belong here, don't believe it, leave this foreign land for a world of your own
He doesn't like this city at all, he wishes he could escape the skin of a stranger, but it's not possible, no
There is only one way to escape, his intention
Is to see a prince on a horse, with a fountain of light
In his heart, with the wind in his hair, his hands open, he stood on the stairs, where
The flower on the hill is blooming, why is poverty next to the clay?
Chorus [ Ruya Arab ]:
The world sends gods, but my mind does not need them
Families want their ways, memories always fall
Let them go, they are pages of my life
The world sent only toasts of lies, near the ground
Verse 3[ Darius ]:
The street is a bad father, and you are a street girl
But he still doesn't have mercy on you // For him, you are dead and hateful
A giant ugly monster, tall, never-ending, no matter how much we measure him
Annoying to you, looking like a pervert from behind his Mercedes, preserving the darkness
You know better than all of us how to spend your month // Go to the one who has changed you
In short, you don't dance to every tune he plays // But you love to dance, no one understood this
Open circles on this highway know that you won't cross // The wind from the cars combs your hair
These shoulders are yours // Arrows of accusation to your enemy are a tradition
But you only (!) , every look from every righteous person you have
But you wear the armor of right all the time, from your body, slander, you have patience above all these problems
(!) With my body, God gives something and takes something
Don't think I'm a criminal like the people around you