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Bahram Nouraei

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Eshtebahe khoob

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بی حرکت

بیمار

از همه خسته و بیزار

توی برزخ بیست تا سی سال

افسردگی

بیحال

اُ اون دنیا

به این دنیا

ازینجا به یه دنیای گه تر

فقط سلولم میشه بزرگتر

پژمردگی

شل و شل تر

افتاده روی خاک

یه نسیمی اُ لای در میاد تو

خوشبو

نمناک

گیرکرده تو مرداب

ولی دنبال ساختن جریان

ولی دنبال خس خس سینه م تو نقطه اوج یه فریاد

شیرین

ولی دردناک

خیلی مشکله؟

بیا بیرون از اون دنیای خوشگلت

ایندفعه فکّتو خورد می کنم اگه بدی فردای خوبی رو مژده بم

من از این انتظار

از این انتظار افتضاح

از این آدمای تو خالی پر سر و صدا

حالم به هم می خوره

من یه کبودیم رو گونه واقعیت

از اینکه باشم روشنگر عصر جاهلیت

از سیستم کل دنیا

حکومتا

از لفظ حاکمیت حالم به هم می خوره

از این غمی که تو خونه ست

از این که می دونم این حرفا بیهوده ست

از این عکسای بچه باحالا با یه سیگار و یه نگا به دوردست

حالم به هم می خوره

؛[همخوان]؛

رفتم و میرم باز

هرچند خسته و داغون شده پام

هرچند از این دویدن ابدی تو این جاده بی فرجام

حالم به هم می خوره

حالم به هم می خوره ببین

حالم به هم می خوره

رفتم و میرم باز

هرچند خسته و داغون شده پام

هرچند از این دویدن ابدی تو این جاده بی فرجام

حالم به هم می خوره

حالم به هم می خوره ببین

حالم به هم می خوره

؛[قسمت ۲]؛

پنج تا حواس حامی من

شدن پنج گنج نظامی من

مقصر کیه؟

حکومت لابی یا خامی من؟

مهم این نیست

مهم ریشه ست

واسه تو مهم بلیط تو گیشه ست

واسه تو مهم تجارته بیشتر

من دلم خوشه به پیله م

به این به زودی پروانه میشم

به دود جمع شده پشت ششام

به خودگونه بودن

به من کنج اتاق

تو پی مُدی

من رو کاغذ پی اندیشه م

نیست اثری از رشد

زندگی رنگ پریده ست

تفسیر دنیا از نگاه من فقط سه کلمه ست

دوره افول بشریت

دوره رنج

دوره زجر

مقصد ثریا بنیان کج

و من حاصل یه خودکشی تو دنیای دیگه م

شد غصه غذام

تو این توهم باشکوه به اسم دنیا مخدّر هواست

احمق منم که فکر می کنم هنوز مسکن دواست

نه فقط سرّم می کنه

از هر چیزی که به چشم می خوره

لعنتی حالم به هم می خوره

در نیمه بازه

من نیمه جون

همین چند دقه قبل یه نسیمی از بالا منو به سمت خودش می کشوند

قدم به قدم

می رسم به مارپیچ پله ها

تو فکر یه سقوط

تو فکر یه انتقام

؛[همخوان]؛

رفتم و میرم باز

هرچند خسته و داغون شده پام

هرچند از این دویدن ابدی تو این جاده بی فرجام

حالم به هم می خوره

حالم به هم می خوره ببین

حالم به هم می خوره

رفتم و میرم باز

هرچند خسته و داغون شده پام

هرچند از این دویدن ابدی تو این جاده بی فرجام

حالم به هم می خوره

حالم به هم می خوره ببین

حالم به هم می خوره

Burn

Motionless

Sick

Tired and in despise of everybody

In the limbo of being in between 20 to 30 years old

Depression

Numb

From the other world

To this world

From this world towards a shittier world

Only my cell grows bigger

Diminishing

Weak and weaker

Fallen on the dust

A wind comes from the slight openness of the door

Good smelling

Misty

Stuck in a swamp

But in pursuit of creating a flow

But in pursuit heavy vibrations ("khes khes sounds") of my chest in the peak of a howler

Sweet

But painful

Is it too hard?

Come out of your pretty world

This time I'll break your jaw if you promise me a good tomorrow1

I,... from this longing/waiting

From this awful longing/waiting

From this insides empty, noisy people

I am sick of it

I'm a bruise on the cheeks of reality

From the fact that I have to be the enlightenment of the dark age

From the system of the world

The governments

The word of "governance"/"dominance", I am sick of it

From this grief that exists in the house/country

From knowing that these words are pointless

From the pictures of cool kids with a cigar and a gaze, looking toward the distances

I am sick of it

[Chorus]

I've gone and still keep going

Although my legs become tired and broken/worn off

However, from this eternal chase/run in this pointless road

I am sick of it

I feel sick of it look

I'm feeling sick

I've gone and still keep going

Although my legs become tired and broken/worn off

However, from this eternal chase/run in this pointless road

I am sick of it

I feel sick of it look

I'm feeling sick

[verse 2]

Five sense became my 5 supporters

Became my five Nezaami (lit. Military) treasures

Who is to blame?

The lobby government or my simplicity/rawness?

It doesn't matter

The "roots" (thoughts) matter2

For you, the ticket in the box office matters

For you, the business matters more

I am counting on (lit. "my heart is happy for") my cocoon

On the fact that I'll be a butterfly soon

On the smoke stuck behind my lungs

On being one in a kind (lit. "Self-specimen").

On the me, at the corner of the room

You are in pursuit of modes/trends/fashions

I'm in pursuit of thoughts on the paper

There is no sign of any progress (another mention of his disbelief in a "better tomorrow")

The life is discolored/desaturated

The interpretation of world from my point of view is just five (lit. 3) words:

"The Era of Humanity's Degeneration" (3 words in Persian)

"The Era of Suffering"

"The Era of Pain"

"The destination: heaven, the foundation's skewed" (references a common Persian saying "If the architecture puts the first brick of the foundation in a skewed matter, the wall will go to the heavens skewed"3).

And I'm the results of a suicide in another world4

Sorrow, became my food

In this magnificent illusion named "the world", the drug is air

The stupid is me who still thinks that the painkillers are the remedy

No, it just makes me numb

From whatever that comes to my sight, I feel sick

Damn it I am feeling sick

The door is half open5

I'm half-life

Just a few minutes ago a nice wind from upwards was pulling me towards herself

Step by step

I reach the helix of the stairs

In thoughts of a fall

In thoughts of a vengeance

[Chorus]

I've gone and still keep going

Although my legs become tired and broken/worn off

However, from this eternal chase/run in this pointless road

I am sick of it

I feel sick of it look

I'm feeling sick

I've gone and still keep going

Although my legs become tired and broken/worn off

However, from this eternal chase/run in this pointless road

I am sick of it

I feel sick of it look

I'm feeling sick

1. For years, "a better tomorrow" is promised to the citizens of Iran however Bahram claims he is failing to see that. "As far as I can recall, this soil always promised there will be a 'good tomorrow'..." (Hichkas @ Ye Rooze Khoob/'a good day').
2. The concept of "rishe" or roots (thoughts in Bahram's interpretation) is discussed in the song with the same name and some other tracks of the album.
3. خشت اول گر نهد معمار کج تا ثریا می‌رود دیوار کج
4. He thinks he must have committed a very bad crime like killing himself for being tormented like this here. This is further implied by the starting lines: "From another world to this world". In this album, he is somewhat stuck in a loop, he is repeated multiple times both literally and metaphorically, his songs are constantly echoed (in skits) and brought back. He sleeps and wakes up in years before, sees visions of himself and... okay not gonna spoil the next track for you. Continue the story in "boresh" the next track where he goes to the next floor to consider a suicide/vengeance.
5. These details are important in the next tracks of the album.