Paola 11099 (From State of Siege) - Mikis Theodorakis traduction en anglais

Paola 11099 (From State of Siege)

هنوز عکس فردین دیوارشه هنوز پرسه تو لاله زار کارشه
تو رویاش هنوزم بلیت میخره میگه این چهارشنبه رو میبره
تو جیباش بلیتای بازندگی روی شونه هاش کوه این زندگی
حواسش تو سی سال پیش گم شده دلش زخمی حرف مردم شده
سر کوچه ملی یه مرده یه مرد که سی سال پیش ساعتش یخ زده
نمیدونه دنیا چه رنگی شده نمیدونه کی رفته کی اومده
سر کوچه ملی یه مرده یه مرد توی پالتوی کهنه ی عهد بوق
داره عابرارو نگاه میکنه که رد میشن از کوچه های شلوغ
هنوز عکس فردین به دیوارشه خراباتی خوندن هنوز کارشه
یه عالم ترانه تو سینش داره قدمهاشو تو لاله زار میشمره
دلش از تئاترای بسته پره چشاش از نگاهای خسته پره
هنوزفکر چهارشنبه ی بردنه یه عمره که باختاشو رج میزنه
سر کوچه ملی یه مرده یه مرد که سی سال پیش ساعتش یخ زده
نمیددنه دنیا چه رنگی شده نمیدونه کی رفته کی اومده
سر کوچه ملی یه مرده یه مرد توی پالتوی کهنه ی عهد بوق
داره عابرابرو نگاه میکنه که رد میشن از کوچه های شلوغ

Paola 11099 (From State of Siege)

Your Fredrin picture's still on the wall, you still wander in Lalehzar
In your dreams, you still buy tickets and say you're taking her this Wednesday
Your pockets are full of losing lottery tickets, your shoulders carry the burden of life
Your mind is lost in the past thirty years, your heart is wounded by people's gossip
A man at the entrance of Melli Alley, a man whose watch stopped thirty years ago
He doesn't know what color the world has become, he doesn't know who's gone and who's come
A man at the entrance of Melli Alley, a man in an old coat from a bygone era
Watching the passersby as they rush through the crowded streets
Your Fredrin picture's still on the wall, singing old songs is still your thing
A world of songs in your chest, you count your steps in Lalehzar
Your heart is heavy with closed theaters, your eyes are full of tired gazes
Still thinking of winning on Wednesday, you've been counting your losses for a lifetime
A man at the entrance of Melli Alley, a man whose watch stopped thirty years ago
He doesn't know what color the world has become, he doesn't know who's gone and who's come
A man at the entrance of Melli Alley, a man in an old coat from a bygone era
Watching the passersby as they rush through the crowded streets