Текст и перевод песни Taham - Bishtar Behtar

Bishtar Behtar

صورتش نمیکنه حسشو ابراز
انگار که داشمون قهرمانِ پوکره یا
میگن پیچیدس شخصیتش انگار
پنهانی آشتی کرده بتمنه با جوکرِ یا
ممل اِمریکائیه محوِ کپیتالیسمه
پرت از مرحله
دنباله رویِ غرب و غرقِ زرق و برق منظره
اینا رو اونایی بهش زدن برچسب که
میزدن گاز از شکارش آروم
که نکردن درداش ولش دارو
بالاتر میرفت دُز و باز هم درد داشت دلش
داغون جهنم میدید تا کار میکرد
هر جا چِشش توو برزخ نداشت انگار
در واسه بهشت
که ساخت یه قایق و بعدش زد پارو
خلاف جهتِ موج رفت وارون
توو سالهایی که میشد فرهنگ نابود
اینور اونور دنبالِ پلنگا بود
خسته از شکستِ نسلش
پَرسه میزد اینور اونور دیر وقت اونقد که
کمک شه به درکِ درس که
مسئله سخته حلش
فقط واسه اون آسونه طرحش
و بی خواب ، اون طراحِ سواله
جوابو میخواد که میخوابن بیداره
میخ ها رو تا بکوبه رو تابوتی که
ترسِ کشته شدش تووشه
چون رویِ دوششه فشارِ هر چی نمیدونه
اما رنگارو میبینه ، طعما رو میچِشه
میشنوه صدا ها رو
درک میکنه نقشو توویِ نقشه میده نقش به
نقاشی و حال میکنه دراره
تا وقتی خرج میشه دَخل که میخواد
بیشتر بهتر بیشتر بهتر
بیشتر بهتر بیشتر بهتر
اهلِ خراب کردن نیستش
دوس داره آباد بشه
میذاره چهار جا پس و پیش رو خشت تا آماده شه
یه چهارتا نوشته هم داره باید آواز بشه
آغازِ شعر گفت و شنود
هدف رشد و نمو
گُشنه ها گُشنن هنوز و حکم رانا گُندس شکم
طبقات،اسیرن
اکثریت دستِ کم ولی
کثیراً طَمَع مرکزیتِ خلق که میگن
مغزه میخواد دَر ره نه؟
سخته فهم فرقِ اونی که وطن پرست تر از همست
پرندس و قفس بعد از قفسِ دنیا
براش همش چرنده مسخرست
پَر زدن حد رَد کرد نداشت
حذف تهِ دید
بستست در و برگشت سرِ عهد
نه نترس
نه که منفی باف باشه
اتفاقاً هر چی خواست داره
که میگه بهت میرسی بهش
اگه واقعاً هستی خواستارش
اونا که باشن میدونن میبرن جا نزنن
چون با هم رویا نشونه میرن و
میزنن صاف به هدف
تا رنگارو میبینن،طعما رو میچِشَن
میشنون صدا ها رو
درک میکنه نقشو توویِ نقشه میده نقش به
نقاشی و حال میکنه دراره
تا وقتی خرج میشه دَخل که میخواد
بیشتر بهتر بیشتر بهتر
بیشتر بهتر بیشتر بهتر
هنوز،رو سرش بندناست
لُنگش هم کنارش آویزون
زبونش تلخ و ادبیاتش هم کنایه آمیز اون
نا میزونه نا میزونه حالش
با همه توو صلح با خودش توویِ چالش
مُچاله شعراش چالشون میکنه
جا بشون میده دوباره توو سطل زباله
چون داره میکُشه
نقاطِ ضعفو پشتِ میزِ کارش
شیطونشو درس میده تا بهش نده باجو
میگیره حالشو چون
حدِ وسط کارشو
راه نمیندازه میکنه سهم و پس اندازشو
صرفش تا که حداکثر باشه
تا وقتی هست بی کَلَک کار
خدافظ هر کی بدلکاره
آره اصلِ بَدَل لاشه
ماشه وصل به سر انگشت میپاشه
کَلَتو با واژه پروردگارش
هست باهاش و ملکه اش همش همراهش
ترس هم وصل به چپ با هرچی طرف باشه
پَ اگه هستی طرفدارش
ببند حَلقو نزن حرفِ طلب کارانه
چون باهم رنگارو میبینیم
طعما رو میچِشَیم
میشنویم صدا ها رو
درک میکنه نقشو توویِ نقشه میدیم نقش به
نقاشی و حال میکنیم دراریم
تا وقتی خرج میشه دَخل که میخواد
بیشتر بهتر بیشتر بهتر
بیشتر بهتر بیشتر بهتر

Bishtar Behtar (More is Better)

Their face doesn't express their feelings
As if they were a poker champion, or
They say their personality is complex, as if
Batman secretly reconciled with the Joker, or
An American citizen, obsessed with capitalism
Way off track
Following the West, drowning in the glitz and glamour of the scenery
These labels were given by those who
Slowly extracted gas from their prey
Who didn't leave their pain with medication
The dose went higher, and their heart still ached
Seeing a devastated hell as they worked
Everywhere their eyes saw purgatory, it seemed
The door to heaven
They built a boat and then rowed
Against the wave, upside down
In the years when culture could be destroyed
They were looking for leopards here and there
Tired of their generation's defeat
Wandering around late at night so much that
Help to understand the lesson that
The problem is difficult to solve
Only its design is easy for them
And sleepless, they are the designer of the question
They want the answer, they are awake while others sleep
The nails are to be hammered onto the coffin that
Holds the fear of being killed
Because on their shoulders is the pressure of everything they don't know
But they see the colors, taste the flavors
Hear the sounds
Understand their role in the map, give a role to
Painting and enjoy taking it out
As long as the income is spent, they want
More is better, more is better
More is better, more is better
They are not into destroying
They want to prosper
They place bricks in four places, back and forth, to get ready
They also have some writings that need to be sung
The beginning of poetic dialogue
The goal is growth and development
The hungry are still hungry, and the ruler's belly is full of shit
The classes are captive
The majority is at least, but
The greed of the central creation, they say
Needs brains, right?
It's hard to understand the difference between the one who is more patriotic than others
The bird and cage after cage of the world
Everything is ridiculous to them
They didn't have the limit to fly
Elimination at the end of sight
They closed the door and returned to the covenant
No, don't be afraid
Not that they are negative
They actually have everything they want
They tell you you'll get there
If you really want it
Those who are, know they will win, don't give up
Because together they aim for dreams and
Hit the target directly
As long as they see the colors, taste the flavors
Hear the sounds
Understand their role in the map, give a role to
Painting and enjoy taking it out
As long as the income is spent, they want
More is better, more is better
More is better, more is better
Still, they have a bandana on their head
Their loincloth hanging beside them
Their tongue is bitter, and their literature is sarcastic
They don't get bored, they don't get bored
At peace with everyone, in a challenge with themself
Their crumpled poems challenge them
They put them back in the trash can
Because they are killing
The weaknesses at their desk
They teach their devil not to give in
They enjoy it because
The middle ground of their work
They don't start, they make their share and savings
Spend it so that it is maximum
As long as there is work without deceit
Goodbye to anyone who is a stuntman
Yes, the original stuntman is a corpse
The trigger is connected to the finger, it splatters
The head with the word of his Lord
They are with him, and their queen is always with them
Fear is also connected to the left with whoever is on the other side
If you are a fan
Close the loop, don't talk like a creditor
Because together we see the colors
We taste the flavors
We hear the sounds
We understand the role in the map, we give a role to
Painting and we enjoy taking it out
As long as the income is spent, we want
More is better, more is better
More is better, more is better