Текст и перевод песни Rez feat. Navid - Tehran

Tehran

يه گوشه ای از اين دنيا يه جمع اجتماع كرد
تهران، خيلي چيزا توش اشتراكن
بين من و تو كه رد ميشيم از كنار هم
اين ديوار های دود زده نشستن كنار هم
می بينن مارو، ميگذريم آروم
ما از زيرش در ميريم اونا منتظر بارون
ههه، اگه بياد بارون
همه نگاه ها به بالا رو به آسمون
از شمال به كوه، از جنوب به دشت
از شرق به حكيميه، از غرب به كرج راه داره
تو دلش نه ميليون آدمو جا داده
براي فقر، فخر اشتها داره
به منم پا داده قدم بزنم توش
ببينم چيزايی رو كه همه ميگن كوش
مهم نيست چقدر زخميم، مهم اينه كه سرپام
اسمشو بيار، باز ميشه دستام
صبح ميشه و ميكنه دستاشو باز
ميده همه آدمای تنها رو جا
توي بغلش، همونطوري كه رض گفت اولش
از خروس خون ميخوره دود و دم
اينقدر كه كبود بشه تا بوق سگ
غير دود نسخِ پولم هست
نسخِ پولای جديد مخصوصا سبز
پايينش گرم، بالاش سرد
چهارفصله لامصب داداشم
آره داداش بزرگم
از وقتی چشم باز كردم بوده بالا سرم
لباسش سياه با خط هاي سفيد
پيراهنش سنگ، شلوارش قير
هم خوابش تير بوده و خون
هركي مرده توش ميمونه اون تو
با ط دسته دار بنويس يا دو نقطه
برام مهم اينه كه اينجا درست شه
يه ژنده پوش با لباس جديدش
اتوبان شده كوچه هاي قديمش
حركت كندِ توش اگه پياده نباشی
ناب باش همه ميخوان كه سوار شی
مثه زن های خرابه ولی برعكس
روزا رو كار ميكنه شبا رو خستس
اين تهران خراب يه خرابس
در اصل، همين الانم
چند تا تكون ميخواد كه بشه هواش پس
اونايی می فهمن كه هستن حواس جمع
اوج نظم وسط هرج و مرج
قصه های اين شهر پشت پنج تا حرف
از ت تا ه، ر، الف، نون
يه جور ديگه نگاش بكن از امروز

Tehran

In one corner of this world, a gathering took place
Tehran, where many things are shared
Between you and I, as we pass each other by
These smoke-filled walls sit side by side
They watch us, as we pass by calmly
We duck beneath them, while they await the rain
Heh, if the rain comes
All eyes will be looking up, towards the heavens
From the north to the mountains, from the south to the plains
From the east to Hakimieh, from the west to Karaj, it has roads
Within it, it holds nine million people
For poverty, it has an insatiable appetite
It has given me the strength to walk within it
To see the things that everyone talks about, where are they?
It doesn't matter how wounded I am, what matters is that I'm still standing
Mention its name, and my hands will open wide once more
Morning comes, and it opens its arms wide
It gives shelter to all the lonely people
In its embrace, just as Rez said in the beginning
From daybreak, it consumes smog and fumes
Until it turns blue, until the break of dawn
Apart from smog, my prescription is money
A prescription of new money, especially the green
It's hot at the bottom, cold at the top
It has four seasons, my dear friend
Yes, my big brother
From the moment I opened my eyes, it has been watching over me
Its dress is black, with white lines
Its shirt is stone, its pants are tar
Its sleep has been nothing but bullets and blood
Whoever dies within it, remains there
With a handled dagger, write with a colon or a period
It matters to me that things get fixed here
A ragamuffin in its new clothes
The highway has become the alleys of old
Movement is slow within it, unless you're on foot
Be unique, everyone wants to ride with you
Like a woman of the night, but in reverse
It works during the day, and is exhausted at night
This ruined Tehran is a wreck
In essence, even now
It needs a few shakes to clear its air
Those who understand are paying attention
The height of order amidst chaos
The stories of this city are hidden behind five letters
T, H, R, A, N
Look at it differently from today