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رانندگی در مستی (آلبوم هیچ هیچ هیچ) - شاهین نجفی

Shahin Najafi - Ranandegi Dar Masti (Album Hich Hich Hich)

Drunken & Drive

Lyrics: Yaghma Golrouee

I am a gladiolus in this ominous land

Destined to land on granite over graves

I'm slain everyday and my poems merely

Are published by matchstick burning on flames

My malady is millennial like that of Hafiz'

It's remedy, that which was discovered by al-Razi

A generation given in to medievalist realms

Content by the old Armenian rum-runners

When life is a crappy theater

I solely seek satisfaction in sips of oblivion

Raskolnikov slashed an old woman and I

Murder Goddess of Inspiration with the same hatchet

I constantly get loaded like a bottle of wine

Which serves Molotov Cocktail when the time is ripe

I have become a fugitive whose life

Is sentenced to a nonstop flight

Makes no difference, on-route to vacation or pilgrimage

I'm a drunkard who loves to drive

Like a fish weeping in aquarium

Drowned in its on tears to survive

You'd better go on stumble this life drunk

When not dead-drunk you'd end up in dead-ends

People become sweet when they're pissed

Even the police at the check points

They laugh and put your hands in cuffs

And show you the way

You're caught in ants' trap like Solomon,

Carpets take off without you and fly on

It's now more than once that for the very same offense

Eighty lashes draw hatches on your back

Go back home even though you know too well

It's only yourself, waiting for you with anxious heart-attack

You are a gladiolus in this ominous land

Destined to land on granite over graves

You are slain everyday and your poems merely

Are published by matchstick burning on flames

You constantly get loaded like a bottle of wine

Which serves Molotov Cocktail when the time is ripe

You have become a fugitive whose life

Is sentenced to a nonstop flight