Paroles et traduction Taham - 5PM

5PM

سرده باد خونه
گرمه تابستونش
اما من از خونه خیلی دورمو
لحظه های خوبش
همه مایه دوده معلومه از چشای خونت
سیگارا نصفه خاموشن تو لیوان ِ قهوه های مونده
اینجا خونمه
درو وا میکنم تا که بیاین تو همه
تاریکه نور کمه دمش مثه گورکنن
هم خونه هام رو لجن
جهنمه تو لجن رو همن خوب بده وضعیتشون
اما نگران نباش بیا باز سر قرار اینجاست آخرش لباسرو درار
و الا داری چیکار اینجا بیکاری ؟
میدونی ما بیداریم ؟
میدونی ما چی داریم ؟
وید تامین
نه چراغ روشن نیست چشامون اما پشت شیشس شب
شبا شمع همجا روشن رو مبل نشیمن لم
دادیم ما تلف میشه مفت انرژِی وقت
که من قفل یه ریفم بگم جمله جُم بشی بی رحمم
که هنوز بعضی هم خونه هام انگار بدخواهامن
ناراحتن از رابطه ی هنرها با من
میگن سر صدا نکن سبب هیجان نشو
همشون ساکنن سالهاستو
نمیدن اجاره شو
خنسه نه
طلسمه یا که نه گرفته گند
از اتاق خوابم تا پذیرایی
هوا کدره همیشه کرخه تنا که تا بره وقت
بعد راه بده به دلت پس
بیرونه این خونه خبری نیست
بمون ببریمش لول بعد
سرده باد خونه
گرمه تابستونش
اما من از خونه خیلی دورمو
لحظه های خوبش
همه مایه دوده معلومه از چشای خونت
سیگارا نصفه خاموشن تو لیوان ِ قهوه های مونده
من یه جای خوبه مغزم
من یه جای دوره مغزم
من یه جای خوبه مغزم
من یه جای دوره مغزم.
دندون از بس رو هم میسابم میپوسم
سردخونست پسر خونم
مُرده نیستن اما فوقش سر تو برف بچرخونن
برن تو هم شن عن تو عن
تلخ بود طعمش
سخت بود هضم سردخونم خون سرد موندم
رو یخ بودم جونم به لب اومد اصن جورن
تیرو تخته بد جور هم شه
چشا به فقر که فاجعس
فرهنگش گاهی جو خواریدست
خوار جفتش راضی تر از زامبیه ست
چون پا میدن بش حاجی بد
عارضن که لاش*ی ان پایه ان به ...
مجنون رسما دیوونستو لیلیم که راضیست
بچه ها سفالین
ماداراشون کوزن
شوهرا تو خاک رس پی واژن میگن کو زن
بنگ تو پر
منظورم تیر تو پر
مک بوکم پیر رو دست چسبوندم
چی رو زَ بونم دی روز
پری روز همین
جور غریب
موندم هیچیم رو زمین
بند روحم
نمیشه مثل موزست اینجا هر سو جست
بزنی میبینی هر سوژش
یه رپ خونست
که ترسو کرده تر صورت
هست گونش سرخ از خونش چون
رفت اون رفت معشوقش بود
بعد اونقدر رفت خوند اومد بجا اشک از گونش خون
سرده باد خونه
گرمه تابستونش
اما من از خونه خیلی دورمو
لحظه های خوبش
همه مایه دوده معلومه از چشای خونت
سیگارا نصفه خاموشن تو لیوان ِ قهوه های مونده
من یه جای خوبه مغزم
مغز یه جای دوره مغزم
من یه جای دوره مغزم
مغز یه جای دوره مغزم.

5PM

The house wind is cold,
The summer is hot,
But I am far from home,
And its good moments.
Everything is covered in soot, it's clear from your eyes,
Cigarettes half-smoked in cups of stale coffee.
This is my home,
I open the door for you all to come in.
It's dark, there's little light, they're like badgers in the dark,
My roommates are scum.
It's hell, they're scum together, their situation is bad,
But don't worry, come back to the meeting point, this is the end, take off your clothes,
Otherwise, what are you doing here, idle?
Do you know we are awake?
Do you know what we have?
Weed supply.
No lights are on, but our eyes are behind the glass of the night,
At night, candles are lit everywhere, lounging on the living room couch,
We waste time and energy for free,
I'm locked in a riff, you become speechless, I'm ruthless,
Some of my roommates still seem like my enemies,
They're upset about the relationship between the arts and me,
They say don't make noise, don't get excited,
They've all been living here for years,
And they don't pay rent.
Tired, no,
It's a spell or it's gone bad,
From my bedroom to the living room,
The air is always cloudy, the time is slow,
Then let your heart in, so
There's nothing outside this house,
Stay, let's take it to the next level.
The house wind is cold,
The summer is hot,
But I am far from home,
And its good moments.
Everything is covered in soot, it's clear from your eyes,
Cigarettes half-smoked in cups of stale coffee.
I'm in a good place in my mind,
I'm in a distant place in my mind,
I'm in a good place in my mind,
I'm in a distant place in my mind.
My teeth are rotting from grinding so much,
My house is cold-blooded, son,
They're not dead, but at best, they spin their heads in the snow,
They go into each other, ass to ass,
The taste was bitter,
It was hard to digest, my cold-blooded house, I stayed cold-blooded,
I was on ice, my life came to my lips, it's a mess,
The arrow and the board should fit badly,
Eyes on poverty, which is tragic,
The culture is sometimes a vulture,
The vulture's mate is more satisfied than a zombie,
Because they give her leg, hajji bad,
They agree that the corpse is the basis for ...
Majnun is officially crazy, and Lily is satisfied,
The children are ceramic,
Their mothers are blacksmiths,
Husbands dig in the clay for vaginas, they say where is the woman,
Bang in the feather,
I mean arrow in the feather,
My old MacBook is stuck in my hand,
What should I lick from it every day,
The day before yesterday was the same,
A strange way,
I'm stuck, nothing on the ground,
My soul's thread,
You can't search everywhere here like a banana,
You'll see every subject,
Is a rapper,
Whose face has become more cowardly,
His cheeks are red from his blood because,
She left, his beloved was gone,
Then he sang and walked so much that instead of tears, blood came from his cheeks.
The house wind is cold,
The summer is hot,
But I am far from home,
And its good moments.
Everything is covered in soot, it's clear from your eyes,
Cigarettes half-smoked in cups of stale coffee.
I'm in a good place in my mind,
My mind is in a distant place in my mind,
I'm in a distant place in my mind,
My mind is in a distant place in my mind.