Akhret Al Shaqawa - Mahmoud El Leithy , Ahmed Mekky Übersetzung ins Englische

Akhret Al Shaqawa

إسمى قرن الغزال بس إسم الشهرة مطواة
بدى لصاحبى هيبة الناس تهابه يكون له سطوة

جسمى قد كفك مصنوع فولاذ و عاج
تعض عضمى بسنانك يجيلك إرتجاج

أوكابى ألمانى على سلاحى منقوشة خوجة
سن سلاحى موس و حامى يفوت فى اللحمة النية نوجة

ثلاث نجوم وهلال وهلال فوق جسمى زينة
مطيع لصاحبى ومخلص إللى يعوزه يلا بينا

ياما هوشت وحوش يا ما شوهت وشوش
ياما فتحت كروش لناس باتت راقدة فى نعوش

لو عرقبت رجل بزاوية صح لواحد ما تشيلوش
لما بظهر فجأة الناس تجبن تجرى و لو جيوش

صوت فتح سلاحى بيجيب لصاحبى جنان
قتل عور و زفر سن سلاحى و مش ندمان

قلبه و إحساسه ماتوا و نظرة عينه ديب سعران
إنسان من برة بس من جوة إتقلب شيطان

عيني علي صاحب فجر قدرناه و لا طمر
سوق فيها يا بونتي اكتر ماشي يا عم الدكر

إحنا علي وضعنا لو عيشنا و ملحنا
مبقوش لادين عليك يا أبا و استنقصتنا

الدنيا سلف و دين و مسيرك تنقرص
و تقول يا صاحبي فينك يا شقي
أقول كان فيه و خلص

رحال و كعبى داير لفيت الدنيا لف
من إيد مالك لمالك بأتنقل من كف لكف

صحيح البحر واحد بس السمك أنواع
مريت على الجبان و البق و العترة الشجاع

فيه اللى كان بيعمل بيا نمرة و يرقص فى الأفراح
في الى قدرونى صح و شافوا فيا أقوى سلاح

كل فترة أعيشها بتبقى شكل صاحبى
أحداث و ناس جديدة
و كل واجبى صاحبى أحمى

و صاحبى الحالى واعر تاجر مخدرات
فتوة و كفه سابق مش هامه أى حوارات

بديت معاه من الصفر مكانش يسيبنى لحظة
ماكانش يجيله نوم إلا أما أكون تحت المخدة

واحدة واحدة صيته ذاع واخدها بالدراع
أفيونته تحت لسانه و شايه تقيل و بالنعناع

لما تقوم خناقة و يبدأ يتعصب و يغل
يأمن إنى في جيبه و يأمن ع الأبتريل

عور بيا يا ما قتل 3 مرات
أخرهم جارد جثة برا بار من البارات

الناس بقت تخافه و تهابه و تعمله حساب
و إللى بيعترض طريقه بتبقى عيشته هباب

عمل لنفسه ضهر و بعلاقات ثبت وجوده
و زود حجم دولابه تاجر هيروين و فودو

عَيْنَيْ عَلِيّ صاحِب فَجْر قَدَّرناهُ وَ لا طَمَّرَ
سُوق فِيها يا بونتي أَكْتَر ماشُويَ يا عَمَّ الدكر

إحنا عَلِيّ وَضَعَنا لَو عَيَّشنا وَ مَلُحنا
مبقوش لَأَدَّينَ عَلَيكَ يا أَبا وَ ٱِسْتَنْقَصتَنا

الدُنْيا سَلَف وَ دَيْن وَ مُسَيَّركَ تنقرص
وَ تَقُول يا صاحِبَيَ فَيَنِك يا شَقِيَ
أَقُول كَآن فِيهِ وَ خُلَّص

صاحبى كبر و إتوحش لعب معاه القرش
جاب مرسيدس ساعة دهب نشاط تانى ع الوش
فى تحته جيش رجالة بأمره ينفذوا التمام

و فى طبنجة 9 مللى و فى آلى دفع أرقام
خلاص إستغنى عنى مابقتش قد المقام

بقيت أعره لو ظهرت معاه خلاص مات الكلام
فحطنى فى صندوق جزم قديم رماه فوق الدولاب

أكتر من 3 سنين مرمى رمى الكلاب
جنبى فى الصندوق ورق مضروب و ذكريات

حشيش قديم نشف و صورة لإبنه إللى مات
من خبرتى بالناس حافظ حبة أمثال

أكترهم مؤمن بيه دوام الحال من المحال
طغيان صاحبى و نفوذه خلت العين عليه
و الكوك لحس دماغه و الغرور عماله عنيه

شبه إحتكر السوق فولاد الكار قالبين عليه
حتى الحكومة هاجت ماجت قررت حاطين عليه

كام واحد من رجالته عاملين معاه الجلاشة
باعوا سره للحكومة فتعمل عليه كماشة

إختاروا يوم كان كانز فيه في البيت تقريبا تمن طن
هيروين و كوكايين شكل الكمية حاجة تجن

البوليس هجم كبس ع البيت بالليل الساعة تسعة
مطر من ضرب نار أغلبهم للهروب بيسعى

بس صاحبى قلبه ميت شد لاين و قام يدافع
بالعروسة التسعة مللى قام يهاجم تانه راجع

حد فضى خزنة المسدس من وراه
حتى الآلى إختفى ده بفعل فاعل يا ولداه

صاحبى هرش و إستوعب إنه إتباع و ع المشاع
هيعيش لو سلم نفسه هيموت لو عمل شجاع

محسش بالأمان عمل زى زمان
دب إيده فى جيبه يجيبنى فإفتكر كل إلى كان

أخيرا إفتكرنى و جابنى من فوق الدولاب
فرحت إنه بيلجأ لى تانى و هنرجع صحاب

أول ما مسكنى إستغرب شكلى أصلى مردوم بالتراب
باظت لحظة فرحتى من قوة رزعة كسر الباب

بوليس كتير دخل بسلاحه الكل كان مكشم
صاحبى فتح سلاحى ما إتفتحش أصله تلم

عمرى ما أقدر أنسى نظرة عينه ليا كان مبلم
شكله فكر إنى خنته عينيه ليا بتتكلم

خد طلقة وسط دماغه وراها رصاص كتير
وقع غرقان فى دمه و أنا إترميت بطير

وقعت جنبه شفته بيطلع آخر زفير
صاحبى إلى كان فرعون أدى شكل المصير

و فجأة فى وسط زحمة الأوضة إللى كانت شديدة
فيه إيد جت كمرتنى شكلى داخل قصة جديدة

أخرة الشقاوة يا موت يا عيش و حلاوة

عَيْنَيْ عَلِيّ صاحِب فَجْر قَدَّرناهُ وَ لا طَمَّرَ
سُوق فِيها يا بونتي أَكْتَر ماشُويَ يا عَمَّ الدكر

إحنا عَلِيّ وَضَعَنا لَو عَيَّشنا وَ مَلُحنا
مبقوش لَأَدَّينَ عَلَيكَ يا أَبا وَ ٱِسْتَنْقَصتَنا

الدُنْيا سَلَف وَ دَيْن وَ مُسَيَّركَ تنقرص
وَ تَقُول يا صاحِبَيَ فَيَنِك يا شَقِيَ
أَقُول كَآن فِيهِ وَ خُلَّص

The End of Thuggery

My name is Gazelle Horn, but my street name is Switchblade.
I give my owner prestige, a presence that makes people fear and respect him.

My body is the size of your palm, made of steel and ivory.
If you bite me with your teeth, you'll get a jolt.

My handle is German, with "foreign" engraved on my blade.
My blade is sharp, my protector, it sinks smoothly into raw flesh.

Three stars and a crescent moon decorate my body.
I'm obedient to my owner, loyal; whatever he wants, let's go.

I've fought many beasts, disfigured many faces.
I've opened the bellies of many who ended up lying in coffins.

If I trip someone's leg at the right angle, you won't be able to lift him.
When I suddenly appear, people cower and run, even armies.

The sound of my blade opening drives my owner crazy.
He kills, maims, and sighs, my blade's edge sharp, and he's not sorry.

His heart and feelings are dead, his gaze like a rabid wolf.
A human on the outside, but inside, he's turned into a devil.

My eye is on my owner, a dawn we valued, not buried.
Drive it, Bonty, more, go on, you stud.

We're in our element, if we lived and shared salt.
They're no longer indebted to you, pops, and they underestimated us.

Life is give and take, and you're bound to get pinched.
And you'll say, "Where are you, my friend, my scoundrel?"
I'll say, "He was here, and now he's gone."

A traveler, my heel worn, I've roamed the world.
From one owner to another, I'm passed from hand to hand.

It's true, the sea is one, but the fish are of many kinds.
I've encountered cowards, insects, and the brave breed.

Some used me as a prop and danced at weddings.
Others valued me correctly and saw in me the strongest weapon.

Every period I live through takes the shape of my owner.
New events and people.
And my duty is to protect my owner.

And my current owner is a tough drug dealer.
A thug, his hand always ahead, he doesn't care about any arguments.

I started with him from scratch; he wouldn't leave me for a moment.
He wouldn't sleep unless I was under his pillow.

Little by little, his reputation spread, and he took it by force.
His opiate under his tongue, and strong tea with mint.

When a fight breaks out, and he starts to get angry and enraged,
He feels secure knowing I'm in his pocket, and he's confident in the April [referring to the switchblade].

He maimed and killed many with me, three times.
The last one was a guard, a corpse outside one of the bars.

People started to fear and respect him, and take him seriously.
And whoever crossed his path, their life became miserable.

He built himself a network of connections and solidified his presence.
And increased his wealth, a heroin and voodoo dealer.

My eye is on my owner, a dawn we valued, not buried.
Drive it, Bonty, more, go on, you stud.

We're in our element, if we lived and shared salt.
They're no longer indebted to you, pops, and they underestimated us.

Life is give and take, and you're bound to get pinched.
And you'll say, "Where are you, my friend, my scoundrel?"
I'll say, "He was here, and now he's gone."

My owner grew bigger and wilder, the money played with him.
He got a Mercedes, a gold watch, a new glow on his face.
He had an army of men under his command, executing his every order.

And a 9mm pistol, and an automatic rifle, paying big numbers.
He outgrew me; I was no longer up to par.

I became an embarrassment if I appeared with him; the conversation was over.
He threw me in an old shoebox, tossed it on top of the wardrobe.

For more than three years, thrown away like a dog.
Next to me in the box, counterfeit money and memories.

Dried-up old hash and a picture of his dead son.
From my experience with people, I've memorized a few proverbs.

The most important one I believe in is that nothing lasts forever.
My owner's tyranny and influence drew attention to him.
And the coke messed with his mind, and arrogance filled his eyes.

He almost monopolized the market, the big guys were after him.
Even the government got angry and decided to target him.

A few of his men were playing double games with him.
They sold his secrets to the government, so they could trap him.

They chose a day when he had stashed almost eight tons in the house.
Heroin and cocaine, the quantity was insane.

The police raided the house at night, at nine o'clock.
A hail of gunfire, most of them trying to escape.

But my owner was fearless; he snorted a line and started to fight back.
With his nine-millimeter pistol, he attacked again.

Someone emptied the pistol's magazine from behind him.
Even the automatic rifle disappeared. This was sabotage, oh my!

My owner panicked and realized he had been betrayed and abandoned.
He would live if he surrendered, he would die if he acted brave.

He didn't feel safe, he did like he always did.
He reached into his pocket to get me, then remembered everything that had happened.

Finally, he remembered me and got me from the top of the wardrobe.
I was happy that he was turning to me again, and we would be friends again.

As soon as he grabbed me, he was surprised by my appearance; I was covered in dust.
My moment of joy was ruined by the force of the door being kicked open.

Many policemen entered with their weapons, everyone was grim.
My owner opened me, but I didn't open; I was jammed.

I'll never forget the look in his eyes; he was devastated.
He thought I had betrayed him; his eyes spoke to me.

He took a bullet in the head, followed by many more.
He fell, drowning in his blood, and I was thrown flying.

I fell beside him, I saw him take his last breath.
My owner, who was a pharaoh, this is what fate looks like.

And suddenly, in the middle of the chaos in the room, which was intense,
A hand picked me up. It looks like I'm entering a new story.

The end of thuggery is either death or a life of hardship.

My eye is on my owner, a dawn we valued, not buried.
Drive it, Bonty, more, go on, you stud.

We're in our element, if we lived and shared salt.
They're no longer indebted to you, pops, and they underestimated us.

Life is give and take, and you're bound to get pinched.
And you'll say, "Where are you, my friend, my scoundrel?"
I'll say, "He was here, and now he's gone."