50Years - Sunboy traduction en anglais

50Years

رَد کرد سن از هفتاد ولی هنوزم هست سر پا
سه تا خراش روی قلبش
پنجاه سال زندگی کرد تنها!
میشه خیره به قاب عکس ها
ساعت ها ساعت ها
انگار یکی صداش میکرد
بیا با من با من راه

هنوزم روی میز شامش
به تعداد خونواده ظرفارو میچینه
بین فک و فامیل و آشنا
شده شایع ک ارواحو میبینه
چندم و چند شنبس نه مهم نیست
اون دیده کل دنیا رو کلیشه
ورق زدن برگای آلبوم مسکنش وهمشو فیریکه
گاهی میشنوه صدای پچ پچ
کنج اتاق صدای گریه
میشکنه زوزه های باد
بغضشُ با ندای شِکوِه
شده غصه ها انباشته
کلِ کوچه رو وحشت برداشته
میشه حس کرد از چند متریِ اون خونه بو تعفنِ لاشه
هرشب خواب توی تابوت آرامشِ محضِ براش
شاید این حرکت مرهم بوده هرشب کرده این دردُ علاج
بدجوری گرفته خو به سایه ها
بی توجه به ترسِ عابرا
هرروز صبح سه تا شاخه گُل
هنوزم میده بویِ عاشقا
هنوزم نتونسته کنار بیادش
میگن عقلشُ از دست داده پاک
شایدم واس خاطر اینه که نسپردَشون به دستای خاک
میزنه به سرش ماشه رو بکشه یه گلوله تو کله خالی کنه
دوباره وهم اون آتیشی که بابا نتونست بچشو راهی کنه
خاطراتی که میشد هر شب تداعی
مرگی که امیدی به بعدش نداری
نه جای موندن نه راه واسه فراری
تکرار و تکرار و تکرار و تکرار
چهارتا تابوت انگار که توی مزاری
شب تا صبح اسیرِ جنون و عذابی
بیخودی شلوغش میکرد صبح قناری
تکرار و تکرار و تکرار و تکرار
دودِ شیرین تر از شکر (شکر)
روزگاری که شد پدر (پدر)
قد میکشید آرزوهای پدرم
روز به روز با قدِ پسر (پسر)
دخترِ کوچیک و خوشگلِ بابایی
نمیخوابید تا بابا نَگه لالایی
واس آیندشم دیده بود چه خوابایی
ولی اونم گرفت ازش اون بالایی
مادرِ تنها دخترِ پسرش
الهه ی عشق اول و آخرش
یه فرشته که بعد این همه سال هم
مرگش نمیگنجه تویِ باورش
زنده نیست میکشه نفسشو
دنیا هم براش یه قفسِ چون
نداره امیدی از خدا میخواد که زودترم بِکَنه کلکشو

رَد کرد سن از هفتاد ولی هنوزم هست سر پا
سه تا خراش روی قلبش
پنجاه سال زندگی کرد تنها!
میشه خیره به قاب عکس ها
ساعت ها ساعت ها
انگار یکی صداش میکرد
بیا با من با من راه

50Years

He has just turned seventy, but he is still standing
Three scars mark his heart
He spent fifty years lonely!
He stares at the picture frames
For hours and hours
Someone seems to be calling him
Come with me, come with me

He still sets the table for his family
For the number of people who used to live here
Among his relatives and friends
It is rumored that he sees ghosts
He doesn't care what day it is, Tuesday or Sunday
The world has become clichéd to him
Turning the pages of his photo album, he refreshes all memories
Sometimes, he hears whispering voices
In a corner of the room, he hears cries
The wind howls
His grief breaks the silence of the night
His sorrows have become unbearable
The whole street is terrified
The smell of a corpse is felt from a few kilometers away
Every night, sleeping in a coffin gives him immense comfort
Perhaps this action has been a remedy, he has been curing this pain every night
He has become accustomed to shadows
He doesn't care about the fear of passersby
Every morning, three fresh flowers
Still smell like the smell of lovers
He hasn't been able to get over it yet
It is said that he has lost his mind
Perhaps, it is because he hasn't buried them in the ground
He pulls the trigger and shoots himself
Again, the fear of his father who couldn't send his son away
Memories that could be evoked every night
A death for which you have no hope
Nowhere to stay, nowhere to run
Repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition
Four coffins, as if in a tomb
From dusk till dawn, he is tormented by madness and suffering
In the morning, the canary would tweet in vain
Repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition
Sweeter than sugar (sugar)
The days when he became a father (father)
His son's dreams grew taller
Day by day, with his son's height (son)
Daddy's little princess
She wouldn't sleep until Daddy sang her a lullaby
He had such dreams for her future
But God took her too
His son and his daughter's mother
The goddess of his first and last love
An angel whose death, even after all these years
He can't believe
He is not alive, he is just breathing
The world is a prison for him, because
He has no hope, he prays to God to kill him soon

He has just turned seventy, but he is still standing
Three scars mark his heart
He spent fifty years lonely!
He stares at the picture frames
For hours and hours
Someone seems to be calling him
Come with me, come with me