Lyrics of Dideh va Del - Hichkas, Reveal, Amin Fouladi

Dideh va Del (original)

همه چی از اونجا شروع میشه که تو چیزی میبینی
میگی این همون چیزیه که تو رویاها میدیدی
میچینی واسه رسیدن به چیزی که آرزوته
آره اونه چیزیکه کمک تو باشه پوله
حال و روز ما که همه چی رو میبینیم اینه
شاید باید ببندیم چش و گیریم این میشه
اما دیدنی ها رو دیدیم و دیگه دیر شده
میگه این دیگه دنیا و توی دین پره
که به دنیا و هرچی که توشه دل نبند
چشم من خیلی چیزا رو گرفت و ول نکرد
تقصیرمن نیست پسر این کار دله
این بار که شعر من نیس این کار دله
این باره چشمه بچه این که چاره نشه
میخواد بخره اسباب بازی و پدر بیچاره
نکه نخواد اما توی جیب پولی نیست دیگه
دستش رو سر پسره میگه روزی میرسه
که تو به هر چی که میخوای میرسی پسر
از پدرمن بود پسر این رسید به من
نیس کسی که ضرب ازاین حسی که من دارم دربیاره
پی بی حسی به من میده دلیل رپم اینه
همیشه من از این یه دیدم اون مرضی که
دارم در عذابم بدون نفهمیه که
اگه دیده نباشه دل ساکته ماها قربانیه
چشیم این ثابته
ز دست دیده و دل هر دو فریاد
که هر چی دیده بیند دل کند یاد
بسازم خنجری نیشش ز فولاد
زنم بر دیده تا دل گردد آزاد
I’m like the reed flute I tell a tale of separation
Let me explain the statement
That’s a reference to my mental state when
I see tragedies but feel no sensation
Desensitised by events in life is my only explanation
No revelation, half of my life’s been sufferation
From the loss of loved ones to my peers' incarceration
Sleepless nights I lay awake in contemplation
Debating the purpose of our existence and nature of our creation
Half the world caved in and gave in to Satan
The other half still waiting on Angels to save them
Look deeper don’t believe in just the stereotype
God ain’t there in the sky, he’s there in your mind
Heaven and Hell ain’t destinations, they’re there in your life
To reach Heaven you go through Hell so prepare for the strife
They want me dead like Hallaj because I speak the whole truth
In 22 years I see more than I’m supposed to
From street wars we grew and reformed
My People came together to work as one like 30 birds forming the Simorgh
And now we work with verses that are verbally murderous
With the wisdom of 30 Persian dervishes in all the words I script
Don’t get confused we’re not just rappers
In the studio we don’t record tracks, we perform Sama
Submerge the self and kill the Ego
Ultimate Jihad is against yourself not other people
ز دست دیده و دل هر دو فریاد
که هر چی دیده بیند دل کند یاد
بسازم خنجری نیشش ز فولاد
زنم بر دیده تا دل گردد آزاد

(translation)

It all starts when you see something
You say this is what you dreamed
Michini to achieve what you desire
Yes, that's what helps you make money
This is our day when we see everything
Maybe we should close our eyes and catch this
But we saw the sights and it is too late
He says this is the world and religion
That they do not care about the world and everything
My eye caught a lot of things and did not let go
It's not my fault, boy
This time it's not my poem
This is a child spring that has no choice
He wants to buy toys and a poor father
He may not want to, but he no longer has money in his pocket
He puts his hand on the boy's head and one day he will
That you can get whatever you want, boy
It was from my father that this son reached me
There is no one who can multiply this feeling that I have
PB gives me a sense of reason
I have always seen this disease
I'm in torment without understanding that
If not seen, our silent heart is a victim
Our eyes are fixed
The hand and the heart both cry
To remember everything he sees
I will make a steel bite dagger
My wife looked up to be free
I’m like the reed flute I tell a tale of separation
Let me explain the statement
That’s a reference to my mental state when
I see tragedies but feel no sensation
Desensitized by events in life is my only explanation
No revelation, half of my life’s been sufferation
From the loss of loved ones to my peers' incarceration
Sleepless nights I lay awake in contemplation
Debating the purpose of our existence and the nature of our creation
Half the world caved in and gave in to Satan
The other half still waiting on Angels to save them
Look deeper don’t believe in just the stereotype
God ain’t there in the sky, he’s there in your mind
Heaven and Hell ain’t destinations, they’re there in your life
To reach Heaven you go through Hell so prepare for the strife
They want me dead like Hallaj because I speak the whole truth
In 22 years I see more than I’m supposed to
From street wars we grew and reformed
My People came together to work as one like 30 birds forming the Simorgh
And now we work with verses that are verbally murderous
With the wisdom of 30 Persian dervishes in all the words I script
Don’t get confused we’re not just rappers
In the studio we don’t record tracks, we perform Sama
Submerge the self and kill the Ego
Ultimate Jihad is against yourself not other people
The hand and the heart both cry
To remember everything he sees
I will make a steel bite dagger
My wife looked up to be free