Текст и перевод песни Mehdi Azar feat. Yaser Binam - Baraam Aadi Nist

Baraam Aadi Nist

من از عمق خاطراتِ تلخت اومدم ، من أ پَرسه های بی هدفت اومدم
من با اینکه دنیات سیاهه ، ولی أ پاکیِ قلبت اومدم
من از زمینم از آسمونت ، از نگاهِ سرد مهربونت
من از عمق دلگیرِ شبهات و از {نامفهوم} روزایِ سختت اومدم
من یعنی مردِ پاییز و بارون ، چتر، سیگار، پیاده، داغون
من یعنی یه تختِ پاره ، رو موجِ بلند حماقتامون
من آیینه یِ رفتارتم ، من حاصل افکارتم
من واسه اینکه تو خواستی هستم
همون که اشکاتو داد میزد
کم دیدی که رو دنیایِ خودم فیریک زدم
، رو این دنیا با اين آدمای گریم پرست
همیشه توو شعرام تو بودی بیشتر ، آخه من اصلاً دروغگوی خوبی نیستم
واسه همین توو دلِ تو جای ما نبود ، چون میخوندیم با طبعِ شاعرانمون
از یه سری گرگهای بی وطن ، و میزهایی که آدما رو بی معرفت کرد
نه نمیخوام روضه خونِ دردات بشم ، و گوش بدی فقط توو دردات به من
من کوهم حاصلِ رسوب دریام ، پس نمیگیرم هیچوقت وضو با اشكا
خیلی جاها با حرفام گله کردم ازت ، ولی نشستی پا حرفام و گریه کردی فقط
قول میدم نشنیدی حرف دلمو ، فقط هِی هميشه گفتی باشه ولم کن
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn′t play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respec
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that′s not the shape of my heart
خسته شدم دیگه از به دل کشیدن ، حتی گاهی از درد دل شنیدن
خسته شدم دیگه از آدمای دورم ، از این احمقا که شکلِ عاقلای پُرن
تو یاد دادی بهم اونکه سرباز میشه ، با جون و دل أ پرواز میگه
و فهمیدم اینجا هرکی فکر خودشه ، اونکه بیشتر قول میده کمتر راست میگه
فهمیدم به همه یِ ثروت عالم ،نمیرزه که باشه تنهایی آدم
من فهمیدم ، مَنیّت من ، یعنی خریِت مَحض
پس سلامتی کَریم ، "بنزما" ، که نگفت بنزِ من ، میگفت بنز ما
و ما یعنی حسادت تموم ، یعنی همه میریم و میمونه رفاقتامون
ما یعنی یه جهان یه قانون ، یعنی یه دنیای مهربونِ آروم
ما یعنی یه راه، یه فانوس ، یعنی نمیپیچه بویِ خون و باروت
ما یعنی رویام رو زمین ، یعنی رنگ آبی رو به دنیا بزنیم
من، یعنی درد مشترک ، یعنی شاملو رو فریاد بزنیم
ولی تو عاشقِ کارناوالی ، به اصل موضوع هم کار نداری
که میخواد یه عشق پُر صدا باشه، یا ختم حبیب و مرتضی باشه
نه ، واسمون فرقی هم نمیکنه ، اشکامون به درد هم نمیخوره
کلام آخر یعنی حرفام بی هدف ، من یعنی تو، یعنی ما رویاست تا ابد
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

There's Not Much

I came from the depths of your bitter memories, my aimless wanderings
Even though your world is dark, I came from the purity of your heart
I came from your land, your sky, from your gentle cold gaze
I came from the depths of your gloomy evenings and {unclear} difficult days
I am the man of autumn and rain, umbrella, cigarettes, on foot, wasted
I am a broken bed, on the high waves of our stupidity
I am the mirror of your behavior, I am the result of your thoughts
I exist because you wanted me to
The one that cried your tears
Have you seen little of how I browbeat my own world
, on this world with this make-up-loving people
You were always in my poems, because I am not a good liar at all
That is wahy there was no lace for us in your heart, because we sang with the nature of our poets
From some homeless wolves, and tables that made people unkind
No I don't want to be the mourner of your sorrows, and just listen to your sorrows
I am the mountain, the result of the river's flow, so I will never make ablutions with tears
In many places I complained to you with my words, but you just sat and cried listening to my words
I promise you haven't heard my heart, you just always kept saying ok, leave me alone
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn′t play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respec
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that′s not the shape of my heart
I'm tired of being drawn to the heart, sometimes even from hearing the pain
I'm tired of the people around me, of these idiots who look like smart filled people
You taught me that the one who becomes a soldier, says from the heart and soul of flying
And I understood that everyone here thinks of themselves, the one who promises more, lies less
I understood that all the wealth of the world is not worth someone being alone
I understood, my ego, that is sheer stupidity
So hello to Karim, "Benzema", who didn't say his Mercedes, he said our Mercedes
And we mean all the jealousy, that means we all go and our friendships remain
We mean a world, a law, that means a kind and peaceful world
We mean a way, a lantern, that means the smell of blood and gunpowder does not linger
We mean our dream on earth, that means to give the world a blue color
I, that means common pain, that means to shout out Shamloo
But you are in love with the carnival, you don't care about the main topic
That wants to be a loud love, or the end of Habib and Morteza
No, it doesn't matter to us, our tears are of no use
The last word that is my aimless words, I mean you, I, we are a dream forever
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart