Текст и перевод песни Mohsen Namjoo - Hamash Delam Migire (Live)

Hamash Delam Migire (Live)

روزی شدم به نوره، نوره پخش و هوا رفت
روزی شدم به سوله، سوله ریخت و به گا رفت
روزی شدم به تهی، غش کرد و دلش گرفت و رفت
روزی شدم به صداقت، وای وای وا وای، کجا رفت
وای وای وا وای، کجا رفت
وای وای وا وای، کجا رفت
وای وای وا وای، کجا رفت
وای وای وا وای، کجا رفت
همش دلم می گیره، همش تنم اسیره
خنجر زدم خوب نشد، بل بل زدم جور نشد
همش دلم می گیره، همش تنم اسیره
خنجر زدم خوب نشد، بل بل زدم جور نشد
ما را به جام هندی، ما را به رسم رندی
ما را به رنج دوری، ما را به عشق و شوری
ما را به راز فاشی، ما را به آش و لاشی
ما را به حامله ی باکره، ما را به شهید زنده
ما را به حامله ی باکره، ما را به شهید زنده
همش دلم می گیره، همش تنم اسیره
خنجر زدم خوب نشد، بل بل زدم جور نشد
همش دلم می گیره، همش تنم اسیره
خنجر زدم خوب نشد، بل بل زدم جور نشد
ما را به شیخ موبایل دار، ما را به بسیجی فایل دار
ما را به نهضت حسین، ما را به فرودگاه خمین
ما را به رهبر صوفی، ما را به تایپ کوفی
ما را به حامله ی باکره، ما را به شهید زنده
ما را به آسفالت سوراخ، ما را به لذت آخ
ما را به حامله ی باکره، ما را به شهید زنده
همش دلم می گیره، همش تنم اسیره
خنجر زدم خوب نشد، بل بل زدم جور نشد
همش دلم می گیره، همش تنم اسیره
خنجر زدم خوب نشد، بل بل زدم جور نشد
They shot us down BANG BANG
We hit the ground BANG BANG
That awful sound BANG BANG
All babys shot us down
خنجر زدم خوب نشد، بل بل زدم جور نشد
همش دلم می گیره، همش تنم اسیره
We always win the fight BANG BANG
They shot us down BANG BANG
We hit the ground BANG BANG
That awful sound BANG BANG
All babys shot us down
We always win the fight BANG BANG

Hamash Delam Migire (Live)

One day I turned into light, the light scattered and the air went away
One day I turned into a hall, the hall collapsed and went to the cows
One day I turned into emptiness, it fainted, its heart seized and it went away
One day I turned into honesty, alas, alas, where did it go
Alas, alas, where did it go
Alas, alas, where did it go
Alas, alas, where did it go
Alas, alas, where did it go
My heart is always aching, my body is always captive
I stabbed it, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't get better
My heart is always aching, my body is always captive
I stabbed it, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't get better
Give us the Indian cup, give us the custom of debauchery
Give us the pain of distance, give us love and passion
Give us the revealed secret, give us the mess and the jerks
Give us the pregnant virgin, give us the living martyr
Give us the pregnant virgin, give us the living martyr
My heart is always aching, my body is always captive
I stabbed it, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't get better
My heart is always aching, my body is always captive
I stabbed it, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't get better
Give us the mobile phone sheikh, give us the file-sharing بسیجی
Give us the Husayn movement, give us the Khomeini airport
Give us the Sufi leader, give us the Kufic typing
Give us the pregnant virgin, give us the living martyr
Give us the asphalt with holes, give us the pleasure of the end
Give us the pregnant virgin, give us the living martyr
My heart is always aching, my body is always captive
I stabbed it, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't get better
My heart is always aching, my body is always captive
I stabbed it, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't get better
They shot us down BANG BANG
We hit the ground BANG BANG
That awful sound BANG BANG
All babies shot us down
I stabbed it, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't get better
My heart is always aching, my body is always captive
We always win the fight BANG BANG
They shot us down BANG BANG
We hit the ground BANG BANG
That awful sound BANG BANG
All babies shot us down
We always win the fight BANG BANG