Pink Floyd – Dogs

پینک فلوید – سگ ها

You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
تو باید دیوانه باشی، باید واقعا محتاج باشی
You gotta sleep on your toes and when you’re on the street
باید روی انگشتای پاهات بخوابی وقتی توی خیابونی
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
باید بتونی غذای مفتو به دست بیاری با چشمای بسته
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
و بعد در سکوت جا به جا بی، همراه با باد و دور از چشم بقیه
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
تو باید به وقتش حمله کنی بدون اینکه فکر کنی
And after a while, you can work on points for style
و بعد از اون میتونی روی ظاهر و قیافت کار کنی
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
مثل گره زدن کراوات و شیوه دست دادن
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
یک نگاه جدی توی چشمات و یک لبخند ملیح
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
تو باید مورد اعتماد افرادی باشی که بهشون دروغ میگی
So that when they turn their backs on you
که وقتی اونا پشت شون رو به تو کردند
You’ll get the chance to put the knife in
فرصت این رو داشته باشی که چاقو رو فرو کنی تو پشت شون

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
همیشه باید حواست به پشت سرت باشه
You know, it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder
میدونی که این کار سخت تر و سخت تر میشه
As you get older
همینطور که پیرتر میشی
Yeah, and in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south
و آخرش باید بار تو ببندی و به جنوب پرواز کنی
Hide your head in the sand
دستاتو تو شن قایم کنی
Just another sad old man
یک پیرمرد غمگین دیگه
All alone and dying of cancer
تنهای تنها در اثر سرطان میمیره
And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone (stone, stone, stone, stone, stone)
I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone’s expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything’s done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone’s a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone