Paroles et traduction Sohrab MJ - Pishkesvat

Pishkesvat

پر رو، بیا
شاگرد اول درسِ خیابون
میترسیدن ازش أ بچگیاشون آ
برّه میبرد تو بر و بیابون
الآن آدم حسابی شده باس دست بدی باهاشون (هه هه)
تجربه بالا پیر شیرِ مشتاس
سلطان آسفالت، قیر زیرِ کفشاشه
جا نمیزنه هوا پس بشه
تازه گُل کاشته و میگن الآن فصلشه
پَ حرفش سند لفظِ خالی نی
سریع زود جنبیده تو یه لحظه خوابیدی (آره)
این روزگار هم تلخه و مزه جایی نی
ولی باز هم میگیره اون دست پایینی رو
هر چند داره درس پس میده
اون کشور هم نیست ولی پرچم داره (آ)
اینا همه میگن دست به قمه ــَن
ولی سلامتی اراذل لفظ قلم
آره کله ها پُر، مغزه ورم داره
گوشاشون از زبوناشون خسته ترن آخه (می گیری؟)
اینجا به کسی رو نمیدن (چی؟)
یه خونه بی دره که قانوناش یه جور دیگه ان
ببین اینا پَندای پیشکسوته (گوش کن)
بحث ارباب و پیش خدمته، تن به ریسکش نده
هر حرکتی واسه نونه
چِشا یه کاسه خونه، سقفش هم آسمونه (هی)

این نخاله ها الکی ترسیدن
نمیدونن دارن نسخی پس میدن
میگن کوچه مال کف خواباست
انگار بگی جنگل هم مال کفتاراست
این نخاله ها الکی ترسیدن
نمیدونن دارن نسخی پس میدن
میگن کوچه مال کف خواباست
انگار بگی جنگل هم مال کفتاراست

هی گفتن بهم طرفش نرو نه (چی؟)
وقت طلاست داداش هرز تلفش نکن (چی؟)
چون این جاده پیچ وا پیچه راه زیاده (آه)
نمیرسی تهش دست خالی پا پیاده
نه به خیالِ خامشون هم ترسوندنم
که صرف نظر کنم از خوندنم (نه)
آره از موندنم توی اوجِ کار
میدونن زاخاری که گَنگ بود و گَنگ موند منم
میخوای باهام طرف شی بیا بسم الله
توی لیست گشتم و نبود اسمت لاش
تاج داری اصاً شما استقلالی (آره)
من بالا آوردمت تو استفراغی
اینا عددی نیستن بخوای جمعشون کنی که
دهنشون پُره ولی مغزشون تُهیه
دستشون خالیه و لفظشون کُریه
هشتشون گرو نهِ شرشون سُریه
جدیداً الکی لفظ میان اینا
اگه منو ببینن که دوتا عکس میخوان اینا باهام
فَن بودن الآن دُم درآوردن
یه کلمه بگن ته جمله رو خوردن
بدو دنبالم تند تر و تند تر
دیر برسی گُرگا دُمبه بردن
تو زرنگ نیستی فقط فک میکنی
انقد مزه نریز چون ماها سِک میخوریم

(بیا، ام جی) این نخاله ها الکی ترسیدن
نمیدونن دارن نسخی پس میدن
میگن کوچه مال کف خواباست
انگار بگی جنگل هم مال کفتاراست
این نخاله ها الکی ترسیدن
نمیدونن دارن نسخی پس میدن
میگن کوچه مال کف خواباست
انگار بگی جنگل هم مال کفتاراست

کل شهر با ماست، فاز شهر داراست
آره میگن پرچم بد بالاست
بهم گفتن تو خیابون بجنگ و
ولی خورد همه تیراشون به سنگ و
حرفام همیشه مسموم بودن
تو درس خیابون فقط خر خون بودم من

Prelude

Come here, you bold one,
Top student of the streets,
They were scared of her since childhood,
The lamb she'd take into the wilderness.
Now she's become respectable, gotta shake her hand (haha)
High experience, an old lioness with fists,
Queen of the asphalt, tar beneath her shoes,
She won't back down if the air gets thick,
She's just planted flowers, and they say it's the season.
Her word is a bond, not empty words,
She moves fast, in a moment you're asleep (yeah)
These days are bitter, no sweetness anywhere,
But she still lifts up the underdog,
Even though she's learning her lessons,
She has no country, but she has a flag (ah)
They all say they're armed with blades,
But cheers to the eloquence of the thugs,
Yeah, their heads are full, brains swollen,
Their ears are more tired of their tongues, you know? (Get it?)
Here, they don't give anyone a chance (what?)
A house without doors, where the laws are different,
Look, these are the lessons of a prelude (listen)
It's a matter of master and servant, don't risk it,
Every move is for bread,
Eyes are a bowl, the sky is the roof (hey)

These losers are scared for nothing,
They don't know they're giving back copies,
They say the alley belongs to the sleepers,
Like saying the jungle belongs to the hyenas.
These losers are scared for nothing,
They don't know they're giving back copies,
They say the alley belongs to the sleepers,
Like saying the jungle belongs to the hyenas.

They kept telling me not to mess with her, no (what?)
Time is gold, brother, don't waste it (what?)
Because this road is winding, there's a long way to go (ah)
You won't reach the end empty-handed, on foot
No, they couldn't scare me with their fantasies,
To make me give up on my singing (no)
Yeah, from staying at the top of my game,
They know I'm the gangster who was and remains a gangster
You wanna mess with me, come on, bismillah
I searched the list, and your name wasn't there, loser
You have a crown, are you a استقلال fan? (yeah)
I threw you up, you're in my vomit
These guys are nothing, you can't even add them up
Their mouths are full, but their brains are empty
Their hands are empty, and their words are dirty
Their eight is pawned, their nine is trouble, Syria
Lately, they've been talking big for no reason
If they see me, they'll want two photos with me
Being fans, now they've grown tails
They say one word and swallow the end of the sentence
Run after me, faster and faster
If you're late, the wolves will take the fat
You're not smart, you just think you are
Don't be so sweet, because we eat sugar

(Come on, MJ) These losers are scared for nothing
They don't know they're giving back copies
They say the alley belongs to the sleepers
Like saying the jungle belongs to the hyenas.
These losers are scared for nothing
They don't know they're giving back copies
They say the alley belongs to the sleepers
Like saying the jungle belongs to the hyenas.

The whole city is with us, the mayor's vibe
Yeah, they say the flag is flying high
They told me to fight in the streets and
But all their shots hit rocks and
My words were always poisonous
In the school of the streets, I was just a nerd