2x2Ta 4Ta 1 - YAS traduction en anglais

2x2Ta 4Ta 1

وقتی که واسه خودت میکنی دو دو تا چهار تاست
حساب کتاب بهت میگه حالا بدو با چهار پا
میفهمی با چند تا ضرب و تقسیم
باید جلو پول فرود بیاری سر به تعظیم
چونکه نمیشه بذاری دیگه رو این جمله سرپوش
انگار پول رو بستن به دم خرگوش
صبح زوده دیروز که جمعه بوده
بلند شدی ز جا با کلی حرفه مونده تو دل
چشم نیمه باز تو میگه دیگه حاضر شو که دیره
رسید سپیده دیگه عازم شو تو خوب تو
خوب میدونی طول و عرض زندگی یه چیزه
که اونم پول و ارزه
حرفه تلخیه ولی بدون به مولا راست میگم
ببین آدما جلوی کیا دولا راست میشن
که اون اون رئیسه تو کارمندی
مثل یه ماشین که تو واسش یه باربندی
ممکنه دیگه حرف دلت خونده نشه
تو دوره ای که کسی نمیده خون به پشه
باید سعی کنی که با یه نبوغ قشنگ
حقتو یه جور بگیری از حقوق بشر
گیج گیجی به یه نقطه خیره میشی
تو فکر اینکه آیا سر کار میشه پیچید
نه نباید بدی تو روز رو از دست
میدونم کار سخته وقتی روح خسته است
ولی خوب تو این وضع کیش میشی
و توی این شطرنج اگه نجنبی کیش میشی
خوب بعد اونکه مایه داره تو کیش میشی
چرا فقط همش منو و تو دوباره کیش میشیم
ولی که پوچ ضریب هوش میگه کمی به کوش
دیگه دمیده خورشید میره همینه که جوشید
شیرت کمی بنوشی دیگه سری بپوشی
دیره همین که گوشی اینه
خیابون خشن پر از دود و شلوغ و تنگ
نگاهای بعد به هم که یعنی شروع جنگ
چند نفر میان میگن آقا باشه ول کن
اگه نه که با صورت میره تو باجه تلفن
کلی بد و بیراه بارت شد
با اعصاب خورد سر کارت وارد شو
اسم کاره اسمه شه که ژست داره
فقط فکرت اینه نشی زیر قسط باره
کدوم کار کدوم مشتری
تو سرخوش به جز این نخ لباستو دور انگشت بپیچی
اونی هم که میاد تو می بینی با چشم خیره
گدا بود با خواسته ازت آدرس بگیره
کار تعطیل خسته بار و بندیل بسته
انگار که توی دل کوه یه غار کندی
کسر وقت نمیده به تو یه استراحت
زندگی واست شده یه دوی استقامت
خیلی دوست داری تا خونه تون یه در بست بگیری
گوله برسی خونه بخوابی در اصل بمیری
شرایطش نیست پس واسه چی واستادی
تاکسی ها رو آزادی آزادی
تو راه خونه با فکر مشغول و هزار استرس
که نکنه گاوت فردا هشت قلو بزاد و
وقت رعد و برق قلبه و جزر و مد منه
و وضع من که بده چون که قبض برق اومده
باید قبض و پولت رو با کش ببندی
باهاش خداحافظی کنی و بهش بخندی
اینه ته راه خرج تو قشر ……
و البته که یه دیوونه ای تو چشم هرکی

2x2 Makes 4

When you do the math, two plus two is four,
The calculation tells you to run on all fours.
You understand with a few multiplications and divisions,
You must bow your head to money in submission.
Because you can't keep this phrase under wraps anymore,
It's like money is tied to a rabbit's tail, running out the door.
It's early morning, yesterday was Friday,
You woke up with a lot left unsaid inside.
Your half-open eyes tell you to get ready, it's late,
Dawn has arrived, it's time to go, you good soul, it's fate.
You know well that the length and breadth of life is one thing,
And that is money and value, it's the song life will sing.
It's a bitter truth, but believe me, I swear it's true,
See how people bow and straighten before those who have a few.
The one who is the boss, you are the employee,
Like a machine for which you are just a temporary key.
It's possible your heart's words will never be read,
In an era where no one gives blood to a mosquito, even if it's dead.
You must try with a beautiful ingenuity,
To somehow get your right from human rights, a necessity.
Dizzy and confused, you stare at a point,
Thinking about whether you can skip work, avoid the joint.
No, you shouldn't waste the day, you know it's true,
I know work is hard when the soul is tired, through and through.
But well, in this situation, you become a pawn,
And in this chess game, if you don't move, you'll be gone.
Well, after that, the wealthy one checks you with ease,
Why is it always me and you who get checked again, please?
But the void, the IQ says, try a little harder,
The sun has risen, it's going, that's why you're bothered.
Drink your milk, cover your head, it's time to go,
It's late, as soon as the phone rings, off you flow.
The street is harsh, full of smoke, crowded and narrow,
The glances after each other mean the start of a spar, oh.
A few people come and say, "Sir, let it go,"
Otherwise, your face goes into the phone booth with a blow.
A lot of insults were thrown your way, it's true,
With frustration, enter your work, what else can you do?
The name of the job is the name of the city that has a pose,
Your only thought is not to be burdened under installments and woes.
Which job, which customer, it's all the same,
You're سرخوش, except for twisting your shirt thread around your finger, a game.
The one who comes in, you see with a fixed gaze,
Was a beggar who asked you for directions in a daze.
Work is over, tired, bag and baggage packed,
As if you dug a cave in the heart of the mountain, stacked.
Time doesn't give you a break, not even a little,
Life has become an endurance race, a constant battle.
You really want to take a shortcut home, it's true,
Arrive home like a bullet, sleep, essentially die, anew.
The conditions aren't right, so why are you standing?
Taxis are free, freedom is demanding.
On the way home with a preoccupied mind and a thousand stresses,
That your cow might give birth to eight calves tomorrow, causing messes.
The time of thunder and lightning is my heart's ebb and flow,
And my situation is bad because the electricity bill has come to show.
You have to tie the bill and your money with a rubber band,
Say goodbye to it and laugh, it's the plan.
This is the end of the road for the expenses of the … class,
And of course, there's a crazy person in everyone's eyes, alas.