Kalameye Oboor - Sadegh , Reza Pishro , Ali Owj , Ho3ein traduction en anglais

Kalameye Oboor

کمکـــــ ميخواي؟ اگه اون چيزي که تو
قلب و روحته درست حس کني و به زبون بياري
حله... بزن بريم

کلمه عبور رو داشته باشي حله
جلو پيشرو که بزرگترين مافياي قرنه
دورش پره حامياي رپه حيف
رضـا نداشته زبون عاميه هرگز
شباشو گذرونده با خيالو قلبش
و هر دم ميخواست که بکنه آبيا رو زردش
وقتي دنيا تو مافيا و جنگ هست
از ليست من و تو کنن عالي رو حذفش
پولدار بشي کني مادياتو هضمش
و هر دم حمله بکنن جانيا به تختت
پشت کنسترت ماشينا به صفه
دنباله پرا برو خاليه به چپت
دنيا پره خوبو بده، پره مو و کَنه
اما کاره ما خلافه زندگي تو روز و شبه
تمام زندگيا تو دود و دمه
ميشه خدا بود و واسه بارون آسمونو زدش
کسي نميپرسه چيه راز بوي گندت
اگه گند نباشيم غم ميزند توي قلبت
ميپاشن به اسمتو ميرينن به مغزت
منم بيخالم و ميزنم تو خلسه

بيــــــــا که ماله مائه خورشيد من هنوز اميدوارم
هممون قرصيم هممون صبحيم هممون مشتيم با هم

سيکتير، نرو تو مخه من
کيف جيب، تمام روزه من
ميگذره با اين دوتا نه چتم و نه معتاد
دنيايي که داريم ماله يه خدائه نه دوتا
نه اين که من بدم و تو خوبه خوب نه حاجي
دنياي تو قشنگه اما توي نقاشي
دنياي من کثيفه آدماي توشن
به فکره جيب و رسيدنه غنيمته توشن
بالاي سرمونم هر دو که يه رنگه
ماله تو که صافـــــ همون آبي رنگ قشنگه
کسي ني که حاجي واسه برد نجنگه
از خودت بگير تا اون نشه خوده زرنگه
فرق ما تو باخته هاست
تو دادي رفت من دادم بالاي ساخته هام
هه! جايي اينکه روياما پازل بچينم
ترجيح ميدم حقيقتو واضح ببينم

بيــــــــا که مال مائه خورشيد من هنوز اميدوارم
هممون قرصيم هممون صبحيم هممون مشتيم با هم

تشنه نوازش و لالائي مامان
روز به روزم داره سنم بالا ميره داداش
اصلا، حنجرمو واسه کي بايد من جر بدم
و عاشق کي باش اصلا" به کي بايد دل بدم
اگه باشي توي خيابونا لاشخور
يهو ديدي پول و جيبتو همه رو باد برد
هه هه! اونقدي خنده داره
که يهو سره پوله مواد ميفروشي حتي پالتوت
هميشه دوست داشتي تو يجورايي سر باشي
حتي به خودت و دور و ورياتم شک داري
يهو ميده قلم فو ميده قلم
تا کلمات پا پيچت بشن بگي کاريه تلف
ببين حاجي ادا در نيار
شبيه اونايي نباش که هستن برادر نما
نه مثل اون ميگيري فازه لاتي
اما تو هيچي نيستي و يه پا ... مالي
تو به سگاي دورتم هنوز داري باج ميدي
مام با بنزين بالا سره باراباس تو تاريکي
ما بزنیمش آتیش خیابون رنگ خون بشه و توام بشی قاطیش
نشین و پاشو لاشی

بيــــــــا که مال مائه خورشيد من هنوز اميدوارم
هممون قرصيم هممون صبحيم هممون مشتيم با هم

آ آ...
من، تنها مثل ماهي توي تنگ
فکرم درياست نه که آبه توي حوض
این مغز نیمه پر یه افسری که خورد
تازه فهمیده جنگه پس ضریب پر
بالا نرفته ميبيني که پائين اومد
تمام عمرتو دادي و وايسادي تو صف
تا دري باز شه که بري، نماش باشه دلي
هنوز مهاجري، چقدر ک× و شعري
اَه! امثاله من حساب طرقياش
نه شبيه توئه نه کوچيکه مثل بقليات
من میخوام آزاد بگم با داد راز بگم
و اسممو با ص صاد زاد بگم
جواب قانونارم دله من ميده
من دوست دارم ريسکو با ديده سنجيده
کشته ها رو تو قبر، سوختکا رو جا حرف
و سختيه پيچو با يه انتهاي راحت
من دوست دارم اينا رو چون حقيقته
قانونه دله من شبيه قانون طبيعته
که ميگه دوست داري بکن، هنوز داري کپن
تو زنده اي براي يه زندگي کپل
هه هه

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Having the password is all you need
In front of Pishro, the biggest mafia of the century
Surrounded by rap supporters, it's a shame
Reza never had a common tongue
He spent his nights with his thoughts and his heart
And every moment, he wanted to turn the waters yellow
When the world is in mafia and war
They remove the greats from your and my list
Get rich, you can digest your materialism
And every moment, the dear ones attack your throne
Cars lined up behind your concert
Follow the feathers, your left is empty
The world is full of good and bad, full of hair and ticks
But our work is the opposite of your life, day and night
All life is in smoke and fumes
One can be God and hit the sky for rain
No one asks what the secret of your stench is
If we're not stinky, sadness will fill your heart
They sprinkle your name and dig into your brain
I'm indifferent and I'm hitting the trance

Come on, the sun is ours, I'm still hopeful
We're all strong, we're all awake, we're all together

Six shooter, don't mess with my head
Pocket knife, my whole day
Goes by with these two, not chat or addicted
The world we have belongs to one god, not two
Not that I'm bad and you're good, no, Haji
Your world is beautiful, but in a painting
My world is dirty, people are all you
Thinking about pockets and reaching for the spoils, it's all you
The sky above us is the same color for both of us
Yours is smooth, that beautiful blue color
There's no one, Haji, who doesn't fight to win
Take from yourself so that he doesn't become the clever one
The difference between us is in the losers
You gave it away, I gave it above my creations
Heh! Instead of puzzling my dreams
I prefer to see the truth clearly

Come on, the sun is ours, I'm still hopeful
We're all strong, we're all awake, we're all together

Thirsty for mom's caress and lullaby
Day by day, my age is going up, bro
Actually, who should I tear my throat for
And who should I love, who should I give my heart to?
If you're on the streets, a vulture
Suddenly you see the money and your pocket, the wind took it all away
Heh heh! It's so funny
That suddenly you sell your coat for drug money
You always wanted to be a leader in some way
You even doubt yourself and those around you
Suddenly the pen gives, the pen gives
Until words get stuck to you, you say it's a phone job
Look, Haji, don't pretend
Don't be like those who are fake brothers
No, like that, you get the thug vibe
But you're nothing and you're a piece of ... shit
You're still paying tribute to the dogs around you
We're with gasoline over Barabbas' head in the dark
We'll set it on fire, the street will turn blood-colored, and you'll become a part of it
Don't sit, get up, you jerk

Come on, the sun is ours, I'm still hopeful
We're all strong, we're all awake, we're all together

Ah ah...
Me, alone like a fish in a tank
My mind is the sea, not the water in the pool
This half-full brain of an officer who ate
Just realized it's war, so the fill factor
Didn't go up, you see it came down
You gave your whole life and stood in line
For a door to open for you to go, it should be a heartfelt show
You're still an immigrant, how much of a c× and a poem you are
Ugh! The likes of me are the accounts of his ways
Neither like you nor small like the rest of the groceries
I want to speak freely, to tell secrets with a shout
And say my name with a strong "S"
The answers to the laws are given by my heart
I like to take risks with a considered view
The dead in the grave, the burned in place of words
And the difficulty of the turn with a comfortable end
I like these things because they're the truth
The law of my heart is like the law of nature
That says, if you like it, do it, you're still stunned
You're alive for a chubby life
Heh heh