3ahd Mubark - Ramy Essam Übersetzung ins Englische

3ahd Mubark

ف عهد مبارك لازم تعانى
و تفقد كرامتك بكل المعانى
وتحرق ف دمك سنين مش ثوانى
و اوعا تصدق كلام الاغانى
بتاع الحضاره و كانى و مانى
دا كلو هجايص ما يدخل ودانى
ف عهد مبارك العذاب بيناديك
بتبدأ ف يومك حاجات بترازيك
ف نومك ف قومك تعكنن عليك
تضايقك و لسه العماص ف عنيك
مفيش مايه تشطف صابونه ف ايديك
و جسمك ملزق و ريحتك عاديك
فتلبس و تنزل و فيك اللى فيك
و ف عهد مبارك للاسف
لازم تقاسى تعيش تتقرف
و كل الاساسى ف حياتك ترف
تنسى الكرامه تنسى الشرف
تسرق تنصب تنحرف
دمعك يجرى جرحك نزف
و عهد مبارك لازم ينتهى
رايح لشغلك هتحتاج مواصله
و ادى المترو واقف كهربتو فاصله
و ف الميكروباص خناقه و حاصله
و اتوبيس فراملو عايزلها وصله
و توكتوك دا تايه محتاج لبوصله
هترجع لبيتك دا لو كان فيه بيت
هتوصل هتندم يا ريتك ماجيت
مراتك بتصرخ خلاص استويت
عيالك بتطلب هات كيت و كيييت
تزعق تهاتى يا ناس اتهرييت
ولا حد سامعك مهما هاتييت
و ف عهد مبارك للاسف
لازم تقاسى تعيش تتقرف
و كل الاساسى ف حياتك ترف
تنسى الكرامه تنسى الشرف
تسرق تنصب تنحرف
دمعك يجرى جرحك نزف
و عهد مبارك لازم ينتهى

3ahd Mubark

In the era of Mubarak, you have to suffer
And lose your dignity in every sense
And burn in your blood for years, not seconds
And don't believe the words of the songs
About civilization and "I was" and "I am not"
All of this is nonsense that doesn't enter my ears
In the era of Mubarak, suffering calls you
It starts on your day with things that wear you down
In your sleep and in your waking, it chokes on you
It harasses you, and the oppression is still in your eyes
There is no water to wash the soap off your hands
And your body is covered and your smell is foul
So you get dressed and go down, and what's in you is in you
And in the era of Mubarak, unfortunately
You have to endure suffering and humiliation
And all the essentials in your life are a luxury
You forget your dignity, you forget your honor
You steal, you cheat, you pervert
Your tears run, your wound bleeds
And the era of Mubarak must end
You're going to work, you'll need transportation
And there's the metro, stopped, its electricity is gone
And there's a fight in the microbus
And the bus brakes need a connection
And the tuk-tuk is lost, it needs a compass
You'll go back to your house, if there is a house
You'll arrive, you'll regret you came
Your wife screams, "You're finally here!"
Your children ask, "Get this and that"
You shout, "Bring it, people, I'm worn out!"
And no one hears you, no matter how much you scream
And in the era of Mubarak, unfortunately
You have to endure suffering and humiliation
And all the essentials in your life are a luxury
You forget your dignity, you forget your honor
You steal, you cheat, you pervert
Your tears run, your wound bleeds
And the era of Mubarak must end