Deevar - Dariush перевод на английский

Deevar

یه دیواره، یه دیواره
که یه عمر آزگاره
اونورش همیشه بنبست
اینورش هیچی نداره
یه طرف همه سیاه و
یه طرف همه سفیدیم
این طرف ریشه نداریم
اون طرف ریشه بریدیم
اگه از دیوار خونه
چشممون جدا نمیشد
یه درخت پیر انجیر
همه چیز ما نمیشد
بسکه زندگی نکردیم
وحشت از مردن نداریم
ساعتو جلو کشیدن
وقت غم خوردن نداریم
برای اون یه وجب خاک
همه دنیامونو دادیم
ما برای بوی گندم
خیلی چیزامونو دادیم
هیشکی یادمون نداده
خنده هامونو ببینیم
این فقط درد وطن نیست
ما تو غربتم همینیم
اینور و اونور دیوار
درد ما هنوز همونه
آی شقایق ما جماعت
دردمون از خودمونه
تو همه خاطره هامون
حق دشمن مرده باده
حتی راه دشمنی رو
هیشکی یادمون نداده
یه دیواره، یه دیواره
که یه عمر آزگاره
اونورش همیشه بنبست
اینورش هیچی نداره
از عذاب این قبیله
هممون از هم بریدیم
حسّ همخونی نداریم
چون قبیلمونو دیدیم
ما که تو زمزمه هامون
هی به داد هم رسیدیم
یکی یادمون بیاره
کی به داد هم رسیدیم
تو هجوم این همه حرف
هر جوابی یه سقوطه
تو بگو هرچی که میخوای
من که سنگرم، سکوته

Deevar

I am standing at this wall, this wall,
older than I am tall.
Behind it is a dead end,
ahead of it, almost nothing.
On one side there is only black,
and on the other, white.
On this side we have no roots,
on the other side, our roots have been cut.
If only we hadn't looked away
from home, from our childhood wall.
An old fig tree
could have been our everything.
We were so afraid of living,
that now we don't fear death.
They have turned the clock forward,
we have no time to mourn.
For a piece of land,
we have given up our whole world.
For the smell of wheat,
we have given up so much.
No one has ever taught us
to see the laughter in our own faces.
This is not only the pain of our homeland,
it is also our pain in exile.
On both sides of this wall,
our pain is still the same.
Oh, my blood-red poppy,
our pain is self-inflicted.
In all of our memories,
the enemy is dead.
Even how to be enemies,
no one has taught us.
I am standing at this wall, this wall,
older than I am tall.
Behind it is a dead end,
ahead of it, almost nothing.
From the torment of this tribe,
we are all shattered.
We feel no sense of kinship,
because we have seen our tribe.
We whispered these sweet nothings,
always talking about coming to each other's aid,
but can someone remind me,
when did we ever come to each other's aid?
In the midst of all these words,
every answer is a downfall.
Tell me whatever you want,
as for me, my shelter is silence.