This track is in Laki, a Western-Iranian language that its speakers consider it as one of the oldest languages in the world.
lyrics
Translation: Wound
[Verse 1]
A voice is telling us to stay here and keep looking for our roots
To doubt every each page of the dark history
When fighting through the difficult times,
Utter the name of mother - the symbol of resilience
It’s enough my eyes, do not pour like the black rain in the midnight
Be sunny for a few seconds, but remember the day you fell
The day you bent under the burden, and today’s the day to wait
The world changes day to day, the wicked die and we’re still alive
We get up fast from where’s we’re seated, and bad and good switch sides
No one can truly stop the storms
But hand in hand we can weather it
Don’t be a part of the games played in the world
Or you’ll be a stranger to yourself
Don’t walk off the beaten path
Evil deeds are whitewashed there, God’s name slapped on it
Everything is stolen, oil, medicine and gold
The land and the sea of the country is not worth a thing,
All they got for us is weapons
We’re on the wrong road, off the beaten path
[Chorus]
Silent and out-of-tune Instruments, pencils without colors and tips
Without gunpowder and bullets, ready to shoot with our empty guns
Trees tired and old, bodies burnt and roots cut down
Can’t go forward, nor there’s going back, sitting on a treasure with no abundance
But I swear, I swear on the plains and deserts
I swear on the sun and the moon, on the war and the bread
I will take my revenge one day,
I will avenge our lost lives one day
One day they’ll close the doors behind them, and we’ll be free
They’ve talked shit about us for hundreds of times
But you’ll see one day that instead of a rope
We’ll have a flower garland around our necks
[Verse 2]
They want to take our lives like we’re chestnut trees
Our throat is wounded and we cannot breathe
There’s a whole on our side, left from knives and bullets
No strength and life force left, our inside has fallen on the ground
With their bitter tongues they want to crush you
They suck you like leeches and won’t be sated until they explode
The days pass like wind, and it’s already late
All faces are yellow, all attentions divided
The young boy is in constant sadness, medicine and ice in hand
Tired and alone sits in the corner, not making a sound
His face is dead so everyone’s putting a distance
And he’s surprised that no one can hear his voice
You try and try yet you cannot climb
Some are still waiting for five oclock
Some work twelve hour days, just to hear the instrument of pain play
Some suffer despite standing on wealth
Some laugh to your face and the moment you turn they stab you
And your wound is flowing down towards your liver
Some are sick and some ridicule
There’s a flood somewhere and houses have come down
Who’s going to answer?
Put the people down with any excuse you find
We only saw the worst, we grew old and are fed up
We were always caught, but we’ll get to happiness even if it’s late
[Chorus]
Silent and out-of-tune Instruments, pencils without colors and tips
Without gunpowder and bullets, ready to shoot with our empty guns
Trees tired and old, bodies burnt and roots cut down
Can’t go forward, nor there’s going back, sitting on a treasure with no abundance
But I swear, I swear on the plains and deserts
I swear on the sun and the moon, on the war and the bread
I will take my revenge one day,
I will avenge our lost lives one day
One day they’ll close the doors behind them, and we’ll be free
They’ve talked shit about us for hundreds of times
But you’ll see one day that instead of a rope
We’ll have a flower garland around our necks
credits
from Seven Climes Vol. 1,
released April 20, 2021
Lyrics and Performance by: Goamata
Music composed, arranged and produced by: Salome MC
Additional Vocals by: Salome MC
Sample: The voice of Lak Amir, beloved Laki poet and performer