Paroles et traduction Reza Pishro - Noorafkan

Noorafkan

حالا رو به روم مرز و نورافکن و تک تیراندازه
مدام گارد و دفع کلی سم و توهم خدایانِ
باطل و مدافع های بافتِ سالم جامعه
نفهمیدن جواب سوال های ساده
دلارا پالت پالت رو بانده
بعد توو باده بی گمرک
دست شیخ ها توو کارته
حله چشماته
پولو میزنم به شهر شیخ زاهد
برا چند وقت دنس و رد کارپت
حرکت و بعد هم محو کنش داعش
ترسو احساس نمیکنم
وقتی کشورم لنگ اسهاله
توو چنگ اِشغاله و پر از ننگ و زخم و اشکاله
اون که پُستش بالاس تا سر برش داره
ولی نسله جزغاله محوه وجدانش
سرنوشت کشورم تحت فشاره
سقوط و جبر و انکار و خشم اسلامه
میبینی که میکَنه و میرقصه توو قلب قشم باره
توو یه تیکه دشت بهشت داره
نمیشه به عظم عشق قانع
پس بهش آره بگو دور شریعتو خط بکش کامل
اون در بهشت خوابه یه مغز غرق ذهن داره
از درد ژن میناله محو تکراره
هرچی خشت میزاره خرج زندانه
با هرکی پِیک میزنه درد و دل داره
رو تن رفیق صدتا خط قِ داره
منطقش پاکه دست شیطانه
یه زاغه با زر رو منقارش
از خودش پونصدتا جر داره
دندونش عاجه مدفوعش شانسه
داره از هر خوبش ماده
مرغوبش باشه از این منظومه رانده
کیه کَنزو بشکافه گنجو بشماره
پهلوون جمع رندان که توو کعبه اضحاره
دستش اسنایپر از پشت بوم میگه مرگو بشناسش
همونی که میده سرتو قطع کنه داعش
رسمش افراطه دسته دسته دستِ چک داره
غرق عرفانه حوری تنگش اجباره
همیشه زنگش انشاءِ
وقت امداد فکر جمع و منهاءِ
سرنوشت به منطقش باخته
صد بهشت رو درد خشت ساخته
راه انداخته جنگ و بشمار سه
بمب هاشم خودش ساخته بعد هولش داده
هر کنش واکنش درکنش داره
هر کنش در خودت بعد کنش پاره
توو شمع کنش کربن بعد کنش گندم
دفع کنش ننگ و نفرت و نفت و کشور کن
بعد برو توو مجلس و پرت کنش پشمو
حذف کنش پَستو باز قلب این گربه غرق نفرت شد
صد سال صرف کنش وقت و مردمش اهل صبر و الکش مست کن

Noorafkan

Now facing me, the border, searchlight, and sniper
Constantly on guard and defending the deadly poison and illusions of
False gods and the defenders of the healthy fabric of society
Not understanding the answers to simple questions
Dollars galore on the runway
Then untaxed booze
The hands of the sheikhs are in the cards
Your eyes are beautiful
I'm spending money in the city of the ascetic sheikh
For a few moments of dance and a red carpet
Action, and then obliterate ISIS
I don't feel fear
When my country is suffering from diarrhea
In the clutches of occupation and full of shame, wounds, and tears
The one whose position is high wants to behead him
But a burnt generation has destroyed his conscience
My country's destiny is under pressure
Collapse, compulsion, denial, and the wrath of Islam
You see him dancing and singing in Qeshm
On a piece of paradise on Earth
Can't be satisfied with the greatness of love
So tell him yes, reject Sharia and draw a complete line
He dreams of paradise and has a brain full of nonsense
He complains of genetic pain, lost in repetition
Every brick he lays is spent on prisons
He shares his pain with whoever he drinks with
There are a hundred scars on his friend's body
His logic is clean, the hand of the devil
A slum with gold in its beak
He has five hundred pieces of himself
His teeth are ivory, his feces are luck
He has something good from everything
If it's good, it's banished from this galaxy
Who will break open Kenzo and count the treasure?
The hero who gathers the rogues who sacrifices in the Kaaba
His hand is a sniper from the rooftop, he says, "Meet your death."
The same one who will have ISIS cut off your head
His custom is excess, he has a handful of checks
Immersed in mysticism, his concubine is a compulsion
His call is always composition
When aid comes, he thinks of addition and subtraction
Fate has lost to his logic
He has built a hundred heavens out of the pain of bricks
He has started a war, and on the count of three
His bombs have been made by him, then he has pushed them
Every action has a reaction, his action
Every action in yourself, then the action breaks
In a candle, the action is carbon, then the action is wheat
Repel the action of shame, hatred, oil, and country
Then go to parliament and throw out the fleece
Delete the story, and now this cat's heart is full of hatred
Spend a hundred years, and his people are patient, and get his filter drunk