Paroles et traduction Ho3ein - Khodeti Dobare

Khodeti Dobare

بیا .
به سمت ِ من
راه دور نیست
دیروزو خط بزن که فردا رو جا موندی
دور از حد و مرز
جایی که قانون نیست
ببین اطرافو اشکارو آسون ریخت
بینه درو دیوار سیاهِ این شهره ِ
که کم و زیادش نیاز بی ربطه
با همون خیالی که داشته میجنگه
میجنگه ولی محتاج کسی که نی
محتاج کسی که نی.
خودتی دوباره ... خودتی دوباره
هدفو داری ولی نمیری سراغش
لای حرفای ورقاتی که میشی مچاله ولی نمیشی خلاصه
نه نمیشی خلاصه
نشد یه روز یکیو ببینی خوشحاله
همه توخالین از کنارت رد میشن با موزیکات راه میرن
کسی نی دنبالت.
کسی نی دنبالت.
کسی نی دنبالت.
نه نه نه نه نه نه نه نه نه نه نه
دنبالت.
آه؛ سنگینم
یه چی سنگینتر از قبل
رنگامم . شده تاریکتر از شب.
هربار یکی سابید بغل در
رد شد ولی خاکی بغل کرد
تهش خورد یجا خوابید سر از قبر
درآورد مثل بازی زد اول
هه
در کل بگو زندگی چی داد بهم؟
تکپری یا که ج.ده ی بی آمپر؟
اونجوری که به من داد و میداد که
*ون بود جای زندگی میداد قر
خبری نی اون جلو پس عجلت چیه دیگه گنده
زنگی مثل چاقوییه که کنده
زجرکش میشه زبونی که تُنده
مردم میگن دو روزه و رنده
کلا په. هنوز دو روز دیگه مونده
خودتی دوباره ، خودتی دوباره
هدفو داری ولی نمیری سراغش
هنو دو رو دیگه مونده
آه
لای حرفای ورقاتی که میشی مچاله ولی نمیشی خلاصه
نه نمیشی خلاصه
نشد یه روز یکیو ببینی خوشحاله
همه توخالین از کنارت رد میشن با موزیکات راه میرن
کسی نیست دنبالت...
به طور حتم. زندگی مثال ِ تنه ی درخته پُره یادگاری
بدون شک . هرچی نشاطه واس مخاطبه تهشم هیچیش واسه ما نی
دنباله پانسمانیم واسه دله زخمی فکر واژه ی بهتریم تو این قافله ی پلید
قالبه به سختی روی مشکلات سخت
روحش بیماره میخوابه صبح به جای شب
انقدر تنها بود که مجبور شد هم آغوش شه با درداش
میگن فردا هوا روشنه ولی خب کو تا فردا؟
فکر میکرد سنگر پیروزیشو با رپ ساخت
ولی فقط عادتهاش بود که شد باورهاش
همه چیزو پای این کار داد و بیداد
میکرد تا همه درا باز بشه اینبار
از دور دنیا فقط آفتابو میخواست
ترجیح میداد که ب.ا بره
تا اینکه بخواد به این خفت تن بده که بره با اونوره آبیا یکی شه
خودش میدونه که اغلب همکارا محور زندگیشو میکنن کلیشه
کلیشه
ولی اون محتاج کسی که نیست
خودتی دوباره.
خودتی دوباره.
خودتی دوباره.
خودتی دوباره.
کسی نیست دنبالت.

Khodeti Dobare (You Again)

Come here.
Towards me
The way is not far
Cross out yesterday because you've missed tomorrow
Beyond limits and boundaries
Where there is no law
See, the surroundings are clearly laid out
Within the walls, the black of this city
Where its highs and lows are irrelevant needs
With the same dream it's been fighting
Fighting, but needing someone who's not here
Needing someone who's not here.
It's you again... it's you again
You have the goal but you don't go for it
Among the words on pages you become crumpled but you don't become a summary
No, you don't become a summary
It hasn't happened that you see someone happy one day
Everyone is empty, passing by you, walking with your music
No one is after you.
No one is after you.
No one is after you.
No no no no no no no no no no no no
After you.
Ah; I'm heavy
Something heavier than before
My colors have become darker than the night.
Every time someone rubbed against the door
They passed by but embraced the dust
Finally they fell asleep somewhere, rising from the grave
Like a game, they hit first
Heh
In short, tell me what life has given me?
A single puff or a road without an amp?
The way it gave and gives me
It was a van instead of a life, it gave a pill
There's nothing up ahead, so why the rush, you're big already
Life is like a knife that's digging
The tongue that's sharp becomes tortured
People say it's two days and it's grated
Overall, nah. There's still two more days left
It's you again, it's you again
You have the goal but you don't go for it
There's still two more days left
Ah
Among the words on pages you become crumpled but you don't become a summary
No, you don't become a summary
It hasn't happened that you see someone happy one day
Everyone is empty, passing by you, walking with your music
No one is after you...
For sure. Life is like the trunk of a tree, full of memories
Without a doubt. Whatever joy there is is for the audience, in the end, none of it is for us
We're looking for a bandage for a wounded heart, thinking of a better word in this wicked caravan
The mold is hardly set on difficult problems
His soul is sick, he sleeps in the morning instead of at night
He was so lonely that he was forced to embrace his pains
They say tomorrow the weather will be bright, but well, how long until tomorrow?
He thought he built his victory bunker with rap
But it was just his habits that became his beliefs
He gave and cried over everything
So that all doors would open this time
From the world, he only wanted the sun
He preferred to go with the wind
Rather than give in to this humiliation and go with the blue-eyed ones
He knows himself that most colleagues make his life's axis a cliché
Cliché
But he doesn't need anyone
It's you again.
It's you again.
It's you again.
It's you again.
No one is after you.