Текст и перевод песни Mohsen Namjoo - Hammash (Live)

Hammash (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

Hammash (Live)

One day I became Noor, Noor was distributed and the air went
One day I became a tower, the tower collapsed and went to the cows
One day I became empty, fainted and got upset and left
One day I became honest, oh my, where did it go
Oh my, where did it go
Oh my, where did it go
Oh my, where did it go
Oh my, where did it go
My heart always aches, my body is always captive
I stabbed, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't work out
My heart always aches, my body is always captive
I stabbed, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't work out
Us to the Indian cup, us to the ritual of revelry
Us to the pain of separation, us to love and passion
Us to the open secret, us to the mess and debauchery
Us to the pregnant virgin, us to the living martyr
Us to the pregnant virgin, us to the living martyr
My heart always aches, my body is always captive
I stabbed, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't work out
My heart always aches, my body is always captive
I stabbed, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't work out
Us to the mobile-wielding sheikh, us to the file-wielding Basiji
Us to the movement of Hussein, us to the airport of Khomeini
Us to the Sufi leader, us to the Kufic type
Us to the pregnant virgin, us to the living martyr
Us to the broken asphalt, us to the pleasure of the end
Us to the pregnant virgin, us to the living martyr
My heart always aches, my body is always captive
I stabbed, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't work out
My heart always aches, my body is always captive
I stabbed, it didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't work out
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 didn't get better, I sang like a nightingale, it didn't work out
My heart always aches, 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