Текст и перевод песни Ali Magic Mg - Noche

Noche

کتم رو دوش تو کلامو کج ديدي / من مرد قديم از دوران فرديني
از قعر قهوه خونه دو کام تفريحي / قمار و درگيري يه سيبيل شمشيري
ديزيه چرب تيريپ / يادت که نره ماها هميشه سنگينيم / خلاصه فهميدي؟
باس کلتو بگيري بالا چشاتو که واکني ديدي رسيدي گاراژ
زير مشت و لگدي خوبه بميري حالا؟ نه
حالا يه جورايي مرد شدي ولي / يادت نره ما شما رو سگ خوري زديم
هر گلي زدي به سر خودت زدي / واسه ماها اينقدي
الکلت پريد ؟/ والا از تو بهتريم
هي کريم آق منگولو داد زديم / با رضا پونصدو قيصرو حاج ولي
همه جمع شدن سر محل جال علي / که امشب باس تورو ببريم آب تني
به پا گاف ندي منبعد جلو ما / بچه خوبي باش / ص صد آفرين
بکش کنار تا زير پام نري / عملت بالاس / چايي نبات سريع
يه کف گرگي ميره تو کلت / دفعه آخرت باشه که با ما قاط زديا

اگه حرفي داري باهام توي گاراژ / منتظرم بيا بگو داداش
منو رنگ نکن / صاف کاريم ناناز / افيوني نگو خلافت بالاس
تو که نوچه مني / نوچه مني / تو که نوچه مني / نوچه مني
آره گل پسري / گل پسري / تو که نوچه مني / نوچه مني

ميره تو کله پياز مشت / يه دوغ مشتي بيار خب
يادت نره که نوچه مني / باس کلوچو برام هر جمعه بخري
خمو راست شي و سرت پايين / چون هنوز تو کف آلبوم الفبايي / آه
سيبيلامو تاب ميدم من / دستمال يزدي گردن
من يه لوتي بيرحمم / ميشم مد / ميدم رد / بي وق وق ميبرمت انباري
ساتور دستم اومدي قصابي / چند تا دست داري ؟ چند تا انگشت؟
هفت تا اره دارمو پنج تا چک کش / يه تابوت ميبيني با چند تا رپکن
داد ميزني ميگي دي دي دي ديگه بس کن / خودت که خيس شدي باد سيبيلتم برد

اگه حرفي داري باهام توي گاراژ / منتظرم بيا بگو داداش
منو رنگ نکن / صاف کاريم ناناز / افيوني نگو خلافت بالاس
تو که نوچه مني / نوچه مني / تو که نوچه مني / نوچه مني
آره گل پسري / گل پسري / تو که نوچه مني / نوچه مني

Night

My coat over your shoulders, my words are crooked / I'm an old-fashioned man from the time of Ferdini
From the depths of a coffee house, two recreational puffs / Gambling and brawling with a handlebar mustache
Greasy pots and pans / Never forget that we're always heavy / In short, do you understand?
You have to point your gun up, open your eyes and see that you've arrived at the garage
Underneath punches and kicks, it would be great to die now? No
Now you're somehow a man, but / Never forget that we beat the shit out of you
Whatever you did to yourself, you did to yourself / For us, it's this much
Did your gun go off? / We're better than you, to be honest
Hey, we yelled at Karim, the idiot / With Reza, Qaisar and Haji Wali
They all gathered at Jale Ali's place / That tonight we must take you for a swim
Don't make a faux pas in front of us again / Be a good boy / A thousand times bravo
Move aside so you don't end up under my feet / Your work is great / Tea with candy quickly
A wolf's paw goes into your head / This should be the last time you mess with us

If you have something to say to me, in the garage / I'm waiting, come and tell me, brother
Don't paint me / I'm a straight shooter, honey / Don't call me an opium addict, your sins are greater
You're my lackey / You're my lackey / You're my lackey / You're my lackey
Yeah, my little boy / My little boy / You're my lackey / You're my lackey

A fist goes into the onion / Bring me a yogurt, please
Never forget that you're my lackey / You must buy me kulucheh every Friday
Bend over and bow your head / Because you're still stuck on the alphabet album / Ah
I twirl my mustache / A Yazdi scarf around my neck
I'm a ruthless badass / I appear / I disappear / Without hesitation, I take you to the warehouse
A cleaver in my hand, you've come to the butcher shop / How many hands do you have? How many fingers?
I have seven saws and five pliers / You see a coffin with several rappers
You're yelling, saying, "D, D, D, D, enough!" / You're getting yourself wet, my mustache carried off on the wind

If you have something to say to me, in the garage / I'm waiting, come and tell me, brother
Don't paint me / I'm a straight shooter, honey / Don't call me an opium addict, your sins are greater
You're my lackey / You're my lackey / You're my lackey / You're my lackey
Yeah, my little boy / My little boy / You're my lackey / You're my lackey