Текст и перевод песни Dariush - Booye Khoobe gandom

Booye Khoobe gandom

بوي گندم مال من، هر چي كه دارم مال تو
يه وجب خاك مال من، هر چي ميكارم مال تو
بوي گندم مال من، هر چي كه دارم مال تو
يه وجب خاك مال من، هر چي ميكارم مال تو

اهل طاعوني اين قبيله ی مشرقي ام
تويي اين مسافر شيشه اي شهر فرنگ
پوستم از جنس شبه، پوست تو از مخمل سرخ
رختم از تاوله، تن پوش تو از پوست پلنگ

بوي گندم مال من، هر چي كه دارم مال تو
يه وجب خاك مال من، هر چي ميكارم مال تو
بوي گندم مال من، هر چي كه دارم مال تو
يه وجب خاك مال من، هر چي ميكارم مال تو

تو به فكر جنگل آهن و آسمون خراش
من به فكر يه اتاق اندازه ی تو واسه خواب
تن من خاك منه، ساقه ی گندم تن تو
تن ما تشنه ترين، تشنه ی يك قطره ي آب

بوي گندم مال من، هر چي كه دارم مال تو
يه وجب خاك مال من، هر چي ميكارم مال تو
بوي گندم مال من، هر چي كه دارم مال تو
يه وجب خاك مال من، هر چي ميكارم مال تو

شهر تو شهر فرنگ، آدماش ترمه قبا
شهر من شهر دعا، همه گنبداش طلا
تن تو مثل تبر تن من ريشه ی سخت
تپش عكس يه قلب مونده اما رو درخت

بوي گندم مال من، هر چي كه دارم مال تو
يه وجب خاك مال من، هر چي ميكارم مال تو
بوي گندم مال من، هر چي كه دارم مال تو
يه وجب خاك مال من، هر چي ميكارم مال تو

نبايد مرثيه گو باشم واسه خاك تنم
تو آخه مسافري، خون رگ اين جا منم
تن من دوست نداره زخمي دست تو بشه
حالا با هر كي كه هست، هر كي كه نيست داد ميزنم

بوي گندم مال من، هر چي كه دارم مال من
يه وجب خاك مال من، هر چي ميكارم مال من
بوي گندم مال من، هر چي كه دارم مال من
يه وجب خاك مال من، هر چي ميكارم مال من

The Fragrance of Wheat Is Mine

The fragrance of wheat is mine, all that I have is yours
An arm span of earth is mine, all that I sow is yours
The fragrance of wheat is mine, all that I have is yours
An arm span of earth is mine, all that I sow is yours

In this Eastern tribe, I'm ridden with the plague
You're the glass-encased traveler of the Western city
My skin is like chamois, your skin is smooth velvet
My clothes are coarse, your attire is leopard print

The fragrance of wheat is mine, all that I have is yours
An arm span of earth is mine, all that I sow is yours
The fragrance of wheat is mine, all that I have is yours
An arm span of earth is mine, all that I sow is yours

You yearn for forests of iron and skyscrapers
I dream of a room just your size to sleep in
My body is earth, your body is a stalk of wheat
Our bodies are parched, thirsting for a drop of water

The fragrance of wheat is mine, all that I have is yours
An arm span of earth is mine, all that I sow is yours
The fragrance of wheat is mine, all that I have is yours
An arm span of earth is mine, all that I sow is yours

Your city is the Western city, its people wear fine silks
My city is the city of prayers, its domes are gilded
Your body is like an ax, mine is a sturdy root
The throb of a heart still echoes, but on a tree

The fragrance of wheat is mine, all that I have is yours
An arm span of earth is mine, all that I sow is yours
The fragrance of wheat is mine, all that I have is yours
An arm span of earth is mine, all that I sow is yours

I shouldn't mourn for my earthly body
For you're a traveler, here I am, the lifeblood
My body doesn't want your hands to be hurt
So to whoever is here, whoever isn't, I'll scream

The fragrance of wheat is mine, whatever I have is mine
An arm span of earth is mine, whatever I sow is mine
The fragrance of wheat is mine, whatever I have is mine
An arm span of earth is mine, whatever I sow is mine