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Karwan Hawrami - Basa
Na na basa ( No, No, That's enough)
dazani khoshawisti mn buy ( You know that you were my darling)
dazani wak jaran( You know like before)
dazani hast u sozm buy ( You know that you were my passion and Love)
law katay ka mnt doran ( Since you let me down)
esta mn, dli min, toy nawe ( Now, me, my herat does not want you)
dazani, to chawani mn buy ( You know you were my eyes)
khayali be snuri mn buy ( You were my endless proud)
basa da basa esta basa ( That's enough, that's enough for now)
waz bena mn ka chon wazm let hena( Leave me alone like I did)
basa day, bro day ( That's all, go away)
lemgare day ( Leave me alone)
dazani henda parosht bum ( You know I was so worried about you)
dazani henda hogrt bum ( You know I was admitted to you)
tosh chanda dur buy lem( And how far you were from me)
har nzik nabuy lem ( You were not near me)
2010
/börjat
xfärdigt
[/] Träna hårt
[x] Göra klart allt innan serie start "KFF-UPPSALA"
[/] Taxikortet
[] 2 nya tattoos
[] Vinna div.7
[x] Köpa en fin bil
[x] Styla bilen
[] Gothia 2010
[] Resa
[] Festa
Jaag!
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inbrott i nån stackares trädgård i kurdistan c(=
Vi skulle ut på jackt med kompisar när vi var långt utanför stan fanns inga affärer eller nåt så jag tog mig friheten att fixa lite käk från någons koloni/trädgård sen hoppade jag in i bilen och skrek på Aram: KÖR KÖR KÖR de springer en galen kurd med AK-47 jag har bara en pistol.. KÖR KÖR FÖR HELVEEETE!!...!
sorry och hoppas du förlåter mig vem du nu e!
granat-äpplen, tomater, gurka och mycket mer som inte syns på bilden :D
"snacka om lyckad rån" :) hihi
Hemma i Hawraman! sommaren 09 <3








Träffa presidenten!
Första gången jag träffade honom var 1993 under pappas minnesstund..
Var riktigt glad och stolt, inte bara för att han är president utan för att han är hjälte också...
Han började med politik då han endast var 13 år..
Han började som en Peshmarga (frihetssoldat) och blev president för landet (Irak) som var hans och hans folks (kurder) största hot och fiender!

En dikt till Pappa (R.I.P 1966-1992) ♥
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wamazana yadt nakam.. yan shanazit pewa nakam
wako hawre, wako bawk.. toy qaraman la yad nakam
wa mazana ka bot nagrim.. la naxishma har bot nagrim
ay plnga shahidakam.. wak be wra qat bot nagrim
gryani mn frmesk nya.. chok dadano hanisk nya
xo ladanw be bawari w birkrdneway task nya
gryani mn tekoshana.. bo sarbasti w xoshy zhyana
bo nemani chewsandnawa w bo sandny tolakana
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på svenska.. kanske inte lika bra men men...
Tro inte att jag inte saknar dig.. eller att jag inte är stolt över dig
Som en vän som en pappa.. glömmer jag inte dig, hjälte
Tro inte att jag inte gråter för dig.. att jag inte gråter inombords
min modiga martyr.. ja gråter aldrig för dig som en fegis
Mitt gråtande består inte av tårar.. består inte av att ha knäna på marken
består inte av att vara otroende eller att tänka negativt och dumt
Mitt gråtande består är att kämpa.. för frihet och det fina i livet
För att få bort all plågeri och att hämnas tillbaka
Doa / Bön / Pray
khodamoono seda konim
ba ham biya doaa konim
khodamoono seda konim
Ke asemoon bebare
faravooni biyare
azash bekhaym baramoon
sange tamoom bezare
sange tamoom bezare
rahaye baste va she
hichki gharib nabashe
soorato shekle hichkas
mardom farib nabashe
mardom farib nabashe
shafa bede marizo
khat bezane setizo
roo hich divaro boomi
nakhoone joghde shoomi
nakhoone joghde shoomi
doaa konim raha shan
oona ke tooye bandan
az bas nabashe na ahl
zendoonaro bebandan
khodesh midoone dare
harkesi arezooyi
in bashe arezoomoon
narize aberooyi
narize aberooyi
siaho sefid ye rang beshe
zeshtihamoon ghashang beshe
kaviraa abad beshan
asira azad beshan
khodesh midoone dare
harkesi arezooyi
in bashe arezoomoon
narize aberooyi
narize aberooyi
Pray
let’s pray together
[Let’s] call our Lord
Let’s pray together
[Let’s] call our Lord
that the sky would rain
[and] bring excess [or wealth][of gifts]
[let’s] ask him[God]…
to do his best for us
to do his best for us
the closed roads would be opened
no body would be lonely [strange]
no body’s face and figure…
would be demagogue
would be demagogue [no body would have a deceptive appearance]
he would mend the patient[ it means everyone who is patient]
[and would] eliminate the conflicts
on no wall or roof…
no evil owl would be singing
no evil owl would be singing
let’s pray that become free
those who are slaves [or are in prison]*( those who are slaves become free)
[and] from an excess lack of wicked people
they would close the prisons
he himself knows
that every individual has a wish
our dream should be this
that no one’s honor would be stained
no one’s honor would be stained
White and black would unite [mix] and change into one color
Our obscenities [ugliness] would change into virtues[beautifulness]
deserts would become fertile
Slaves would become free
he himself knows
that every individual has a wish
our dream should be this
that no one’s honor would be stained
no one’s honor would be stained
Gonaah / Synd
Nedamato to didi, Too alame negaham
To khasti man nakhastam, Baham bashan delamoon
Neshasti man nashestam, Be paye lahze hamoon
To boodi man naboodam, Divooneh mesleh majnoon
To moondi man namoondam, Be paye ahdo peymoon
Nemishe bavareh man kenareh man neshasti
Kasi ke miparastam, To boodio to hasti
Nemishe bavareh man hanooz be pam neshasti
Cheshato roo badi ham che asheghooneh basti
Nemishe bavareh man ke ba to man che kardam
Ki dasht khabar ke yek rooz pishe to bar migardam
To boodi man naboodam, Divooneh mesleh majnoon
To moondi man namoondam, Be paye ahdo peymoon
Nemishe bavareh man kenareh man neshasti
Kasi ke miparastam, To boodio to hasti
Havas / The fancy
gozashte ha gozashte
tamame ghesseham havas bod
baraye o neveshtam
baraye to havas bod
vali baraye man nafas bod
kashki khabar nadashti
divuneye negatam
ye moshte khake nachiz
oftadee be zire patam
kashki sedaye ghalbet
nabod sedaye ghalbam
kashki nagofte bodam
ta vaghte joon dadan bahatam
neveshte har che bod tamom shod
neveshtam omre man haroom shod
neveshte raftee ze yadam
neveshtam sham'e ro be badam
neveshte dar delam havas mord
neveshtam del toye ghafas mord
kashki nabaste bodam
zendegimo be cheshmat
kashki nakhorde bodam
be sadegi faribe harfat
la'nat be man
ke asoon be yek negat shekastam
be in dele divune rahe gorizo sade bastam
The fancy
she has written to me
"let bygones be bygones (forget about the past)
(and) my stories were all just a fancy"
I wrote to her
"they were a fancy for you
but (they were) breath for me"
I wish you didn't understand
that I'm crazy about your gaze
a handful of earth
under your feet
I wish your heart's voice
wasn't my heart's voice
I wish I didn't say
that "I'm with you until death"
she wrote "everything is over"
I wrote "my life was wasted"
she wrote "I forgot you"
I wrote "I'm a candle in the wind"
she wrote "passion died in my heart"
I wrote "my heart died in prison"
I wish I hadn't depended
my life on your eyes
I wish I didn't believe
your words so simply
damn me
that I broke simply with one gaze
I closed the escape route for this crazy heart
Mast / Full / Drunk
ghessehaye khoob shenidan
too ghomare zendegani
hame joor bazi ro didan
oona ke too khalvate shab
sheraye hafezo khoondan
hame raho raftan amma
bar sare do rahi moondan
beheshoon begin ke inja
ye nafar hamishe maste
ye nafar hamishe tanha
sare in kooche neshaste
beheshoon begin ke ghessash
mesle shahnoomeh deraze
ki boode koja reside
chejoori bayad besaze
hala ghessehasho masta
tooye meykhooneha migan
amma oon hamishe masto
tooye oonja rah nemidan
beheshoon begin ke inja
ye nafar hamishe maste
ye nafar hamishe tanha
sare in kooche neshaste
man emshab sarkhosho divaneo masto ghazal khanam
be jame mey panah avardeam, az gham gorizanam
Gar az meykhane baz aayam, mara gham baz mijooyad
ravid ey doostan, man goosheye meykhane mimanam
be masti pay dar meydane gham benhadeam emshab
makhand ey rahgozar bar man agar oftano khizanam