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Eshaleh!!! is a lively and energetic Gilaki dance song that takes you on a nostalgic journey to the old Gilan. With its infectious rhythm and guitar , the song captures the joy and spirit of traditional Gilaki celebrations. 
It’s all about movement, excitement, and the warmth of community, bringing to life the rich culture and lively dances of the past. Whether you’re from Gilan or just love good music, this track will have you on your feet, feeling the heartbeat of the Caspian coast.


Erooz boshom Konosskaleh
(اِروز بوشم کنس‌کاله)
I went to the Konoss farm,
Where boys and girls meet on picking days.

Konoss becham eprah prah
(کنس بچم اپره پِرَه)
I picked a lot of Konoss,
Filling my hands with its sweet fruit.

Edaneh me dahan dakateh
(اِدانه مه دهان دا کاته)
One fell into my mouth,
Its taste melting on my tongue.

Me dahaneh ab dakateh
(مه دهانه آب دا کاته)
My mouth watered instantly,
Longing for more of its sweetness.

Elahee tea mareh bemerah
(الهی تا مره بمره)
Oh, may fate take me away,
If I can’t have what my heart desires.

Me deleh garareh be geerah
(مه دله قراره بگیره)
My heart aches for peace,
But restlessness lingers inside.

Amoot daram boranah
(عموت دارم بورانه)
I have an uncle who calls for me,
Telling me stories of old.

Chmpsh daram sorana
(چمش دارم سُرانه)
And an aunt who sings me lullabies,
Her voice soothing like a gentle breeze.

Barareh khob darameh
(براره خوب دارمه)
I have a kind-hearted brother,
Always watching over me.

Hatchin beroon narameh
(هاچین برون نارمه)
I won’t step outside,
Not unless I have to.

Ageh beroon baramah
(اگه برون بارمه)
If I do step out,
Dahta aross geramah
(دَخته عروس گِرمه)
I might just find myself a bride.

Handanamh handanam
(هندانم هندانم)
I smile, I laugh,
Hiding the excitement in my heart.

Very beshim Konosskaleh
(وری بشیم کنس‌کاله)
Let’s go again to Konosskaleh,
Where joy and love bloom.

Beyah besheem Konosskaleh
(بیا بشیم کنس‌کاله)
Come, let’s go together,
Back to the farm of sweet memories.

Eshaleh eshaleh khosha
(اشاله اشاله خوشه)
May happiness be ours tonight,
Under the golden moonlight.

Namzad bazy amshab
(نامزاد بازی امشب)
Tonight, we play the lovers’ game,
Whispering sweet words in the dark.

Erooz boshom Konosskaleh
(اِروز بوشم کنس‌کاله)
I went to the Konoss farm,
Where love and laughter fill the air.

Konoss becham E-pareh pareh
(کنس بچم اِپره پَره)
I picked Konoss, so many, so full,
Yet my heart remains hungry for more.

Eshaleh!

Gilaky, dance, 
Folk Rap – A fusion of folk/acoustic guitar

Inspired by the words of Gillan’s own Shivan Foomani, ‘.gOV’ is my tribute to his poetic brilliance. A fusion of verse and melody, this track breathes new life into his legacy. Let the words speak, let the music resonate.

با الهام از کلمات شیوان فومانی، شاعر برجسته‌ی گیلان، «.gOV دات گاو» ادای احترام من به نبوغ شاعرانه‌ی اوست. ترکیبی از شعر و ملودی که به میراث او جان تازه‌ای می‌بخشد. بگذارید کلمات سخن بگویند، بگذارید موسیقی طنین‌انداز شود.


نُخُوردنی داشتی، جو هوش شُو‌ندوبو
‏I had nothing to eat, I nearly lost my senses
مردکه دیوانه کاره بُوندوبو
‏The man had gone mad, doing crazy things
خومره گفتی، من آخه چاخ نی‌یم
‏He was saying to himself, “I’m not a big shot”
مفخورِ ایانو، غُرَم‌ساق نی‌یم
‏“I’m not wealthy or a moocher, not some sneaky cheat”

دو خله چوبم، کی خورم کس به کس؟
‏I’m like two sticks — that can’t keep a balance
می‌پا اگر کج بشه، راست شه می‌دست
‏If my legs bend, my hands make them straight
سبیل نرم بره بناگوش ببه
‏Don’t have a mustache that curls toward my ears
هرتا نفس کش، می‌وجا موش ببه
‏To scare the thugs into little mice

مُهرهمن دسته ببم، عَلَم‌دار
‏Maharam month of prayer — hold the banner high
داد بزنم وارگنه، زای شکم‌دار
‏I scream out loud — let the pregnant cry
لاته حرامزاده، تُخم کی نی‌یُم؟
‏I’m not a bastard thug — whose seed do you think I am?
نو چه‌شهبان، بی موخم که نی‌یم
‏I’m not the prodigy of that thug crazy Shaban

آب نَیدنه، به سالو ماه می‌تنه
‏I can’t shower for weeks or months
غُلَنج کره، اشکنه می‌گردنه
‏My neck is locked — feels broken sometimes
می‌رنگ و رو هتویه، زرد و جوبه
‏My face has faded — yellow, like turmeric and wood
درازه روز می‌کار بودو وادُوه
‏All day is work, and I’ve worn myself thin

جپ زنمه راست زنمه موشت زنم
‏I punch left, I punch right — I throw punches
بعزی روزن می گوش انگوشت زنم
‏Some days I jab my finger in my own ear
تا بیه‌سر‌بته اجور کار‌می شین
‏Until my work is done
بژین نحم داس چوکوش زمین
‏Then I lift my hammer and sickle to the ground

آب نوارِه می‌ریشه درویش ببم
‏My beard can’t even grow — like a dervish without water
یا بتشم می‌ریش بی ریش ببم
‏Or shave my beard — a beardless man, powerless

پیرخت نازی دوکونم تابستان
‏I wear a delicate dress in the summer heat
کاپشن امریکایه زمستان
‏And an American coat in the winter cold

می پیره فناندم، می بینشته جایه
‏I don’t yell at my father
دَخل آدَم ندانم، دونیایح بازین
‏I act like I’m better than everyone — this world is a game

ایسم کارگره، هوادار مرگ‏
But I support labor 

به کارفرما عیسه‌ می‌شوار
‏And protest all management — shout at the boss

تظاهُر تظاهُر، هَمَش کونم تظاهُر
‏I am a hypocrite — I pretend all the time
کونم تره تظاهُر، می زنده‌گی تظاهُر
‏I even pretend for you — my whole life is hypocritical

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