Paroles et traduction Mohsen Chavoshi - Bigharar - Original Mix

Bigharar - Original Mix

دوباره وقتشه جنون بگیرن
قراره مادرا زبون بگيرن
صدا زدن دوباره مادرا رو
عکس بيارن استخون بگيرن
صدا زدن که بعد از اینهمه سال
دوباره داغ بچشو ببينه
يه دست لباسشو بدن به دستش
بگن تمومه بچتون همينه
اين مادرا تمومشون يه عمره
از بچه هاشون يه نشون ندارن
دوباره اومدن به اين هوا که
قبول کنن ديگه جوون ندارن
از ما يکيمون از خودش نپرسید
از اینهمه جوون چرا نشون نيست
چجوری خونشونو پیدا کنن
وقتی پلاکشونو يادشون نيس
دوباره وقتشه جنون بگيريم
برای مادرا زبون بگیریم
بريم تو صف بجای بچه هاشون
سه چارتا تيکه استخون بگیریم

Bigharar - Original Mix

It's time for madness to take hold again,
For mothers to find their voice and scold.
Calling out again for their lost sons,
Holding pictures, clutching bones.
Calling out, after all these years,
To see the pain of loss reappear.
A piece of clothing in their hands they hold,
Told, "This is all that's left, your story told."
These mothers, for a lifetime, you see,
Have no token, no memory.
They come again, with hope in their eyes,
To accept that their young men have died.
None of us asked, not even one,
Why from so many, no trace is found, none.
How can they find their way back home,
When even their names are unknown?
It's time for madness to take hold,
For mothers to speak, stories untold.
Let's stand in line, in their children's stead,
Gather a few bones, lay them to bed.