Текст и перевод песни Ali Magic Mg - Zire Bazarche

Zire Bazarche

زیر این بازارچه نن جونم قصه میخوند
یکی بود یکی نبود دخی همسایه عشق کی بود
مشتی علی لوتیه گاراژ
مینی بوس داشت شبیه آقاش
حاج کاظم با عباس
آژانس دل با پرواز
غمو غصه ها زود میرن
دومادیه جاسم تو اهواز
نوچه های داش آکول
مشتی علی باش کاکو
معرکه گیر آرومه ولی هی دله ما داغونه
هیچی ته جیبم نیست مادر گنج قارونه
زیر بازارچه شهرمون
چقد عجیب شدن مردممون
اوس کریم اشتباس قصه هامون
زندگی سخت شده گریه آسون
پیرامون همیشه دنبال نون
جوونا بیکار با دل خون
چقد عجیب شدن مردممون
زیر بازارچه ی شهرمون
بازارچه ی شهرمون بازارچه ی شهرمون
بازارچه ی شهرمون زیر بازارچه ی شهرمون
بازارچه ی شهرمون بازارچه ی شهرمون
بازارچه ی شهرمون زیر بازارچه ی شهرمون
زیر این بازارچه همه جوره آدم میبینی داش
عطار و بزاز و خطاطو یه کفاش
همیشه آدم خوشحال هیچکی تو هم نی اخماش
همه دارن میگن میخندن قصه پره تو حرفاش
هیچکی نمیگه نونم کو
همه راضی به رضای اون
اوس کریم برکت لوتی
یه لقمه با ما بزن نوش
نون قدیم و فسنجون چلو خورشت و قیمه
قصه های مادر جون
قهوه خونه با قلیون
تا تهران و گل کوچیک
اون قدیما چه خوب بودیم
زیر کرسی همه جمع
گرمه بازیه گل یا پوچیم
با یه چراغ نفتی بزن رو میز برقصیم
غمی نبود تو دنیا جز مشق کتاب درسی
زیر بازارچه شهرمون
چقد عجیب شدن مردممون
اوس کریم اشتباس قصه هامون
زندگی سخت شده گریه آسون
پیرامون همیشه دنبال نون
جوونا بیکار با دل خون
چقد عجیب شدن مردممون
زیر بازارچه ی شهرمون
بازارچه ی شهرمون بازارچه ی شهرمون
بازارچه ی شهرمون زیر بازارچه ی شهرمون
بازارچه ی شهرمون بازارچه ی شهرمون
بازارچه ی شهرمون زیر بازارچه ی شهرمون

Zire Bazarche

Underneath this market, my dear one, granny used to tell me stories
Once upon a time, there was a girl next door, and who did she love the most?
Ali the dockworker, a real tough guy
He had a minibus, just like his boss
Haj Kazem with Abbas
An agency called "Heart's Flight"
All the worries would quickly melt away
Jassem's wedding in Ahvaz
Followers of Dash Akul
You got my back, my bro
The showman is quiet, but my heart is still heavy
My pockets are empty, but the treasure chest is full of dreams
Underneath the market in our city
How strange our people have become
Ous Karim, our stories were wrong
Life has gotten tough, it's easy to cry
Everyone is always chasing after money
Young people are unemployed, their hearts are broken
How strange our people have become
Underneath the market in our city
The market in our city, the market in our city
The market in our city, underneath the market in our city
The market in our city, the market in our city
The market in our city, underneath the market in our city
Underneath this market, you can find all kinds of people, my friend
Perfumers, tailors, calligraphers, and shoemakers
Everyone is always happy, no one frowns
They all tell stories, their words are full of joy
No one complains about not having enough food
Everyone is content with their fate
Ous Karim, blessed tough guy
Share a bite with us, it's on me
Old-fashioned bread, stews, rice with meat, and beans
Mother's tales
Coffee shops with hookahs
To Tehran, playing street soccer
How wonderful life was in the old days
Everyone gathered by the hearth
Playing games, guessing games
Dancing by the light of an oil lamp
Our only worry was our homework
Underneath the market in our city
How strange our people have become
Ous Karim, our stories were wrong
Life has gotten tough, it's easy to cry
Everyone is always chasing after money
Young people are unemployed, their hearts are broken
How strange our people have become
Underneath the market in our city
The market in our city, the market in our city
The market in our city, underneath the market in our city
The market in our city, the market in our city
The market in our city, underneath the market in our city