Yas - بند ناف تا خط صاف (Bande Naaf Ta Khatte Saaf) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

English

From the umbilical cord to the flatline

I had a sea of motivation, such a waste
However, I'm still up now, although on the Safe Mode1
Go all of this ways for the hope of a tomorrow
that you suddenly see disappeared
Abracadabra but nothing happens
Some are active and we are paralyzed
In this really wicked situation
You gotta cut so many wings (also means rat tails he speaks for the both sides, some want to cut 'people's wings' and people want to 'cut the rat tails')

This proposal cannot be interpreted [in any other ways]
They say that the future has left this country
Well, for the people who eat as much as the sparrows (they bear with the minimums)
'The future' means this very night
But don't tweet, don't ask
Don't fly under any circumstances
Shhh, shut it, don't laugh, don't sing2
Don't ever give way to anybody

It all means to be forced to sleep (ignoring)
You have to forget that once you had wings
Tied up in front of the bully
The land of 'drugs and smoking'3
Whoever that came in 'sewn a pants' (means 'framing', also can be translated as 'cutting the pants' which can be interpreted as 'being so scared')
Whoever that could, ran from these four corners [of a land]
You cannot speak up what you have in mind, all your speeches
So you just have to sit down again, ruined

The speak of giving a willing among the youth
while we are running from the word 'advice'
And 'the goodness' (also means 'the beard') is on the faces not in the behaviors
And we also sit on the fault/gap of the truth
Those who are in the parties at the nights
Who say, from the other side of the world, 'Viva (long live) la country'
Those who seek the redemption in a few words
[have shown that] only the people are wood to [the fire of] politics

Despite that the mind is engaged with the work,
My mind is under the gallows,
The destination is so dark and unclear,
Despite that, I will stick around
I know what they are to make of me
I don't lose, not even in their thoughts
Now let them censor me
Despite that, I will stick around

They hit me, I don't get rowdy
the form of this city doesn't shock me
People are like wells which
no matter how much you do good to them, they don't fill up
The facades of the city (also means country in Persian), seems wicked to me
As if everybody are actors of a theater
I see all of it during the days
and think about it all night long

Now don't get a bad feeling and bump your head around
Say yes to the rest of the road ahead
The problems rain however the cures are given in drops
Well, then the only solution is the smile [one like the] Gioconda
Our scale [of assessment is], our bank account activities
It means that the values are dropped in our eyes
Somebody forced his philosophies as far as he possibly could
He broke skulls to prove his philosophies

Stray eyes
In a half attacking position
Smart and technical
in assessing that who worth more
This is the land of the honor
Nowadays wisdom,
insights and the limits of understanding
is below the poverty lines

If you see the looks, it's the cleverness at its best
On the insides, there is rat feces instead of a brain
Wrapped him/herself among the brands
Empty of identity and a core

Just like the fruits which are brought with hormones
In chase of the gold and filled bags of money
To howl about and take the eyes
To look cool with baseless ideas
and fill your desktop
I have detached from these dangling people
These kites are attached to a single string
This angry face is the guards to a heart
that many have come and scarred previously

Despite that the mind is engaged with the work,
My mind is under the gallows,
The destination is so dark and unclear,
Despite that, I will stick around
I know what they are to make of me
I don't lose, not even in their thoughts
Now let them censor me
Despite that, I will stick around

That's why I see the life as a fight
I sit before you, all preplanned
I have the mentality of myself 20 years in the future
I borrow it from my body as of now
I skin the city/country (show what it is under the hoods) in front of everybody
Under it, there are many aimless heads
I am the guy who don't give you the permission to censor (me and the truth that lies in this city)
Everybody knows how to just talk in a cool manners

Rap means cleansing of the soul
Punishment of a blind judgement
Distinguishing between justice and tyranny
At its very last stage, business and money
In talks and deeds, all the works are top notch
As far as I have the pen, I'm the wealthiest of all
However sometimes I feel like I'm not feeling well
And a Hamza becomes an umbrella above my head

And I have pictured the swamp with my words
Where they have tied me, hanged me up there in the hardships
Instead of laying down broken down there
I grinned my canine tooth4
Doesn't matter what year is it anymore
From now on we are playing in the extra time
You go down the slope and start to gain speed
You realize 60 hours means 1 second

Until you say goodbye to this mortal world
All you keep doing is to just fill the gaps
As if you have fallen in a dark well
All you have a picture of is the moon
From when the umbilical cord have been cut
Till when that there just exists a flat line
I keep stomping my feet on the ground in such manners that
my footsteps last forever

I see the story from its ends
I have engaged with myself so eagerly
I take my rights then I die
Even if I break one hundred times, I keep putting myself in chalks
I have engaged with musts and must nots
I wanted to empathize with others
I was faded in the nature/environment around me
Now I go back to my actual self/truth

Despite that the mind is engaged with the work,
My mind is under the gallows,
The destination is so dark and unclear,
Despite that, I will stick around
I know what they are to make of me
I don't lose, not even in their thoughts
Now let them censor me
Despite that, I will stick around

Despite that the mind is engaged with the work,
My mind is under the gallows,
The destination is so dark and unclear,
Despite that, I will stick around
I know what they are to make of me
I don't lose, not even in their thoughts
Now let them censor me
Despite that, I will stick around

1. In software jargon, The Safe Mode is a situation when a software gets rebooted/restarted after a crash, but in a special mode of operation with the minimum of behavior not to crash again. This is essentially the survival mode of the software just to do its most basic tasks until a patch/update arrives to fix the issues that lead to its original failure.
2. It is actually a misdeed to sing or laugh in public in Iran especially for women.
3. 'Flowers and Nightingales' means 'the perfect/heaven like' however Yas uses the same sounds but he replaces 'Bolbols' (Nightingales) with 'Qolqol' (the sound of smoking Hookas which is common in Iran), this automatically changes the meaning of the flowers to 'the weed flowers'.
4. 'The sting tooth' in Persian. This may have a parallel with 'stinging one with their mouth' which means pointlessly breaking hearts and hurting others with talking bitterly. One can interpret this that the hardships forged him an educated person.

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Doves arise from the Kinneret Sea
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Shabbat kisses the top of the cypress
Kisses the moss on the rock
The thorn becomes a royal scepter
On the hills the silence is chanting
The turtle dove is making a sweet sound
Delightful pleasing longing.

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Walking in long corridors barefoot
Magnets stuck on the fridge, I take them off, and put them back on
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Only time will heal
It’s like a hole
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I don’t try explain to others anymore, they always say that

Only time will heal
It’s like a hole
In your chest
Well that’s what they say but they don’t even know that
Angels promised this was forever
Now they aren’t answering, and even G-d is left speechless, so what could I say

When you’re not here
When you’re not here
Why aren’t you here?

And it’s so unfair
Because there isn’t a true way to fill the void
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Give me another small moment
Give me a sign
How to get through the day
They say that time
Heals everyone
And I’m still stuck in the same place

Only time will heal
It’s like a hole
In your chest
Well that’s what they say but they don’t even know that
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Goodnight little baby

For the wrong words
For the betrayed promises
For the answers not given
For the burnt desires
For the frantic runs

Who will lick away my tears
And will melt the salt in chocolate?
And who will cover my back
Against the winds in the winter?
And who will know how to talk to me with hands
Loving my folds under the seams?
And who will uncover the most obscene wrinkle
And will forgive it?

Goodnight little baby
'Cause the storms will die down
Goodnight to the little ship that sails
Goodnight to the good God too
Who doesn't care at all
Sleep tight, 'cause Christmas will come

2nd
For the sudden runaways
For my closed doors
For the stolen glances
For the lost children
For the misunderstandings

Who will keep my secrets
And never turn them into spoken knives?
To whom will I give the strength I have
To lose again, to lose again?
To whom?

Goodnight little baby
'Cause the storms will die down
Goodnight to the little ship that sails, sails, sails
Goodnight to the good God too
Who doesn't care at all
Sleep tight, the wolf won't come back

Goodnight little baby
'Cause the storms will die down
Goodnight to the little ship that sails, sails, sails
Goodnight to the good God too
Who doesn't care at all
Sleep tight, the train will wait for you

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I ate my bread
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In stairs, in shelters,
on rooftops
I made my bed for the night
When dogs were barking
I hid in rubbish bins
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And today I am a tired street cat
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To curl up with her,
to be wrapped with her, to fondle
In twilight

And today I am a tired street cat
Looking for a female cat from a good home
So if you see one
Passing you nearby
Tell her there is a cat free for love

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I twisted to keep on living
More than once I saw my end coming
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I climbed the trees
Until their anger subsided

And today I am a tired street cat
Looking for a domesticated female cat
To curl up with her,
to be wrapped with her, to fondle
In twilight

And today I am a tired street cat
Looking for a female cat from a good home
So if you see one
Passing you nearby
Tell her there is a cat free for love