Paroles et traduction Sadegh - Jatoon Khaali (feat. Farhaad & Pedram Azad)

Jatoon Khaali (feat. Farhaad & Pedram Azad)

دلم واسه جای خالیتون تنگه
کاش امروز بودین چرا تقدیر مرگ؟
شاید یه روزی که دیدمتون
یه جور بغلتون بگیرم که چاپ بشید رو تنم
جاتونه رو سرم
نیستین و منم کُفری اَ بودنم
من اَ دیوونگی دیوونه تر
دیگه خودمم نمیفهمم چیه توو سرم
کُل دنیا قابتون و میدن نشون
شیرتون حلالتون جنمِ جیگرتون
ماها خون بدیم خون خوارا بگیرن پول
تُف توو شرفی که به خیالش میبره نون
توو خون سر سفره میزنه نون
کارد بخوره به شیکمتون
هولوکاستای ایران باستان
خونی که ریخت رو دو سر داستان
دل آسمونم گرفته دروغه رنگش
از این رسالت نزولی تا چوپون ننگش
یادتون رفته هشت سال جنگو؟
پشت مَرد زن و شهامتِ موی بلندش
بابا یادتون رفتش
همشو یادتون رفتش
میگن صبر کن تا به خدا برسی
که من شاکی ام از صبر و صاحب صبرش
انگا رفتیم ما از یاد
گاهی روز میگذره قَدِ ده سال
لعنتی انقد داره بد در میاد
گاهی خرج کردنش شده وسواس
عمرِ ناقابل کوتاهه مزه اش
یه ملت خالی شما پولدارش بر فرض
جایی که ما داریم نفس میکشیم
به نظرم جاییه که بو داره هر فصل

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نمیشه باورش
نموند براش کسی
شبا براش چه زشته
کی حکمشو نوشته؟
توو ماجراش میساخت
از عدالت فرشته
روزاشو دوره کرد
زود به انتها رسید
نمیشه باورش
نموند براش کسی
شبا براش چه زشته
کی حکمشو نوشته؟
توو ماجراش میساخت
از عدالت فرشته

سر فرشته عدالت افتاد پایین
اونجا که پای قضاوت گیر کرد با دین
اونجا که واسه صداقت نیستش آیین
لای محکوما یه جای لیستش ماییم
جماعتٍ همیشه باردار
یه شتر مال تو نی چه برسه کاروان
اَ کهنه زخم میمونه برای تو آرمان
یه مشت کار اشتبِ بدون کاردان
پَ ، فرو میری توو خودت و خودت
یه آدمی میسازی از یه اسطوره که گهِ
یه شام آخری میشی که تابلوش فروشه
اون دکتر پر خون که پاک موند روپوشش
ابر ، باد ، تاریکی ، شب
کی کامل میشه ماه این شهر؟
ناجی هم اینورا خوابه بی شک
این کمرا بیشتر از این تا نمیشن
واسه چقد پول کردی ترش؟
وقتی کوچیکه از بالای قله برج
به کدوم آدمیت کردی پشت؟
انقدر بچه رو زدی توی نقطه اوج
با بهشتتون تریپ کردم
به کدوم طناب شما میدین گردن؟
دم کاسبِ حقتون گرم
دنیاتونو با وهم کلید کردن
بعد مرگ بیا پیش من اصلا
یه سیگار رو لبمه یه شیشه توو دستم
با خدات بستم به شیوه و رسمم
پی بیلیطی توام اما گیشه رو بستن
گوله که نمی تونه ایده بکشه
قبرمو کندی و تن تو توشه
تازه حیرت میکنی وقتی
خبر سقوط یه روز برسه گوشِت

روزاشو دوره کرد
زود به انتها رسید
نمیشه باورش
نموند براش کسی
شبا براش چه زشته
کی حکمشو نوشته؟
توو ماجراش میساخت
از عدالت فرشته

Jatoon Khaali (feat. Farhaad & Pedram Azad)

My heart aches for the space you left behind.
I wish you were here today. Why did fate choose death?
Maybe one day, when I see you,
I'll hug you so tightly that you'll be imprinted on my body.
Your place is on my head.
You're not here, and I'm tired of being alive.
I'm more insane than crazy.
I don't even understand what's in my head anymore.
The whole world shows your worth.
Your lion, your bravery, your heart.
We bleed, and the blood-thirsty take money.
Spit on the honor that thinks it can earn bread.
It earns bread with blood on the table.
May a knife pierce your stomach.
The Holocaust of ancient Iran.
The blood that was spilled on both sides of the story.
The sky's heart is heavy. Its color is a lie.
From this declining mission to its shameful shepherd.
Have you forgotten the eight years of war?
Behind the man, the woman, and the courage of her long hair.
Father, have you forgotten?
You've forgotten everything.
They say wait until you reach God.
I'm a plaintiff against patience and its owner.
It's as if we've been forgotten.
Sometimes a day passes like ten years.
Damn it, it's getting so bad.
Sometimes spending it has become an obsession.
The short, fleeting life, its taste.
An empty nation, and you are its wealthy, hypothetically.
The place where we breathe,
I think it's a place that smells every season.

It circled its days.
It reached its end quickly.
It's unbelievable.
No one remained for it.
How ugly its nights are.
Who wrote its sentence?
It was building in its story.
An angel of justice.
It circled its days.
It reached its end quickly.
It's unbelievable.
No one remained for it.
How ugly its nights are.
Who wrote its sentence?
It was building in its story.
An angel of justice.

The angel of justice fell down.
Where the foot of judgment got caught with religion.
Where there is no ritual for honesty.
We are on a list, among the condemned.
A community always carrying a burden.
A camel is not yours, let alone a caravan.
An old wound remains an ideal for you.
A bunch of wrong work without a skilled worker.
So, you sink into yourself and yourself.
You create a man from a myth that's shit.
You become a last supper whose painting is for sale.
That blood-soaked doctor who kept his coat clean.
Cloud, wind, darkness, night.
When will this city's moon be full?
The savior is also asleep around here, for sure.
These cameras, they won't last any longer.
How much money did you make it sour for?
When the little one is from the top of the tower's peak,
What humanity did you turn your back on?
You've hit the child so hard at its peak.
I've tripped on your paradise.
What rope do you give to your neck?
Warm regards to your right-handed businessman.
You've locked your world with an illusion.
Come to me after death, alright.
A cigarette on my lip, a glass in my hand.
I'm bound to your God, with my method and custom.
I'm looking for a ticket, but the ticket booth is closed.
A bullet can't pull an idea.
You dug my grave and your body is in it.
You'll be shocked when
The news of the fall reaches your ear one day.

It circled its days.
It reached its end quickly.
It's unbelievable.
No one remained for it.
How ugly its nights are.
Who wrote its sentence?
It was building in its story.
An angel of justice.