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متنفرم - آلبوم ١٤١٤ شاهین نجفی

Motenaferam / متنفرم

Music & Lyrics: Shahin Najafi

Arrangement: Majid Kazemi

ترانه‌سرا: شاهین نجفی

Motenaferam (I Detest)

I sincerely get a lump in my throat on my birthday

When you are so childlike happy and cheerful

When you are full of life scent and sprouting joy

I detest every gift and greeting and cake

Of joyful kids sitting in the television

Of the host and the prizes and their laughter

Of those loud yeses and Falsh songs

Of cartoons and fake dolls I detest

Of school sandwich, kielbasa sausage cucumber

Of the angry picture of Imam, swear words on the wall

Of desk and classroom bag book and pen

Of recess bell and recreation teacher I detest

Of Eid and gifts and loose gray suit

Of coupon queue bomb oil pain sugar-cube milk drugs

Of forbidden decorative pistachios on the table

Of anyone who smelled of kebab I detest

Of hundred gram of loaned cheese and the grocer that later died

Of chicken feet soup of a duck that got beheaded

Of the sheep`s scared eye and the craving for its meat in pottage

Of pottage and Ashura and the butcher I detest

Of dances of the tipsy posh aged

Of yowling of the old woman artist on the stage

Of green hair on the upper lip of my lesbian friend

Of bad armpit smell of painters I detest

Of bollocks and gusset stuck to your throat

Of bitter taste of rotten brains of your people

Of modesty and chastity and your daily masturbation

Of wet and sacred shame in between your legs I detest

Of my long ludicrous and stupid beard

Of my mullah-like and idiotic words

Of my claims that rip donkey's ass

Of war and constant protests I detest

Of me you and all stories God

Of lump in the throat of the most romantic poems

Of our acrid destiny upfront of us

Of all these detestation and I detests I detest