Текст и перевод песни NASR - Ba Khodetam Khodet

Ba Khodetam Khodet

شامو خوردن رفتن نفهمیدی بی تو کی
قهرمان داستان دستش بنده چی شده
میدونستم آخرش کار دستم میده این سماجتم
این نطفه ی ناخواسته تو رو میکشه
میخواد مچتو بگیره سر پیتوکت
قلبتو قایم کن تا سنگش نکردن این حرف یه بازندس
خانوما و آقایون
همه فیکه کارامون
این که دستمه فقط سیگاره یه وقتی نگین بالا بود
رو برگردوندیم دیدیم گذشتن چه زود سالامون
ریه مشکی دستا زمخت تر از الفی سالامون
اینورا نیستش ثمر نه ساعت میره عقب گرد
همون که مالیدش در من و تو بدون همون برندس
مشکل ما این بود نبودیم اینا رو بلد نه
یجو گذاشنن تو گوشش بگی بسه غلط کرد
با خودتم خودت
اینجا پره غم پره
با خودتم خودت
گیلاسم پر سم شده

همه بزرگ شدیم ولی موندش رازمون
تخم چشما کم اوردن پی آسمون
یه بچه خوشکل با یه گیتار و یه آرزو
نمیدونست هیچکی اینجا نه نریده واسه اون

تنمو تقسیم کن نذری کنن اون روحمو
مرگ واسه اونه که نفهمید معنی بودنو
شر شر بتادین ریختیم زخمایی که خوب نشد
جای دوا پر هوا کردیم باز این سوزنو

راه باز و بسته کم ؛ دهنا بسته تر
ما جون ندادیم زنده موندیم تهش خاک و خونه دست من
یاد دادم به خودم قلم وفا نکرد به نفس کج
کاشکی اینطرفا مردم دوسم داشتن دست کم
لا کار دادیم اخرم ؛ قلمبه با غرز
هر کی دراومد گفتش راس میگم گفتم پلمپه باورم
من همون بودم بمب میخورد پا نمیشدم پا ورق
درازمون کردنو تلمبه زدن تا ابد

Ba Khodetam Khodet

We went out to dinner and you didn't notice when
The hero of the story, his hands are tied, what happened?
I knew that in the end my stubbornness would get me into trouble
This unwanted seed will kill you
He wants to catch you on your pit
Hide your heart before he turns it to stone, that's what a loser says
Ladies and gentlemen
Everything we do is fake
All I have in my hand is a cigarette, don't say I was high.
We turned around and saw how quickly our years passed
My lungs are black, my hands are rougher than an elephant's salamander.
It's not here, Samer, the clock is going backwards.
The same thing that rubbed it in me and you without the same brand
Our problem was that we didn't know these things
Someone whispered in his ear, "Enough, enough."
With myself, yourself
This place is full of sorrow, full of
With myself, yourself
My glass is full of poison.

We all grew up, but our secret remained.
Eyes filled with roe lacked the sky.
A beautiful boy with a guitar and a dream.
He didn't know that no one here had sown for him.

Divide my body and sacrifice it, my soul
Death is for him who didn't understand the meaning of being.
We poured iodine on wounds that didn't heal.
Instead of medicine, we filled it with air, this needle again.

The road is both open and closed; the mouths are even more closed.
We didn't die, we stayed alive, in the end, dust and soil in my hands.
I taught myself the pen didn't keep its word to a crooked breath.
I wish people around here loved me at least.
We worked for nothing in the end; fat with a grudge.
Everyone who came out said, "I'm telling the truth," I said, "I believe my poop."
I was the same, a bomb wouldn't lift me off the paper.
They stretched us out and pumped us up forever.