Paroles et traduction Ahmed Kamel feat. Wessam - Naqsa

Naqsa

بشوف دموع كتير ف عيونى قبل ما تبدأ تبكى
وكلاب تنهش ف لحمى وسايبه كل جروحى بتنزف
ومين غيرك ياليل ف وقت تعبى اشكيله همى
بدارى بين الناس وبرضو حاسس انى لوحدى
ومين يسمعك ويرد بكلمه مش توجعنى
اربع حيطان مقفوله عليا عشان تقدر تمنعنى
وقلوب حبيتنا وف وقت ضعف جات سبتنا
عاشرنا قطه لحد ماجات ف يوم وخربشتنا
ابويا قالى صاحب الى يساندك وقت الشده
لما تفرح يضحك لما تيجى تغرق هو يشدك
بس فين الى كل شوفته قاسى عليك دى خلق ناقصه اوساخ كتير واقفين حوليك
وحاكمته ف كل رده كان تستاهل مانجحتش ف المدرسه ف كلو قال عليا فاشل
ناس كتير هتبعد اوعاك تكون ندمان دا حتا جسمك هيسيبك ف يوم من الايام
تلات سنين لساك بتكدب ع الورق تشتاق لبعيد
بيجرحك تنساه لو حبك يوم واحد ف السنه ...
كدب لسانك بس الورق مايصدقك ليه لا هيا من ملوك الشام ولا ف جمال الحور
العين دى وحده حبتك يومين خلاص السم صافى
الدم مايداويك صراخ الليل لحالى يغم طيف .
من الاكتأب بطل يتوه اتكسر لسه الجناح سليم
لكنه عاشق للغربان واختار ف وهم الموت خايله .
يستنى سندريلا ف كل يوم ع النيل ماتجيش
ف يصرخ لحن ناى ع الدموع ذكرى حب طيف.
يرسمها غنوه يغنيهالها وينسى انها بعيد وينام بيبكى زى كل يوم وحيد .
عاشق خيال مريض عاشق قلوب كارهين ماشى ف طريق لو حد ماشى فيه مايجيش .
اصل الطريق اصلا مافيش واقف مكانه قلبه
عنه بعيد رايدها تبقا ليه ف دموعه تسيل .
عشان يتشال ع الكتاف ف الدنيا مالهوش رجا ولو هيكونلى منها نسبه كله
يسكب اما انا سايب احزانى ليهم انى ف يوم ارجع
لدارى ف ليل العشق ماكنتش لاقى غير القمر مرسالى .
رحال يضلك ع الطريق من وسط طفان الوجع مش هيدوملى لو حكيت كتير
مابينايقسو الزمن اسبتيلي انك تداوى جروحى ف لحظه
سكر ومش هتكونى ف عينى مريم مش هتلاقى جزع النخل .
ماتت مابينا الفرح الجفن دمعه بيخلص
اطوف بنهايت لحن اللحانه بسره وايه المغذى .
النور رابط يدوب ويجمع بينهم قعده مغنى يادنيا مش هاعديكى لان ماحدش
فينا باقي مش لزمانى كحلى روموشى ومين العشره باقى حاقك دايم كمان وصوته
يعلى فوق الافندى اخر انى اصغر زمان بعدين تقول انا
ايه الى جابنى تدوب ف بلاد الله والسندباد منكم يسندنى .
اقدر عقول الحزن امحى من ع الوشوش دموع المرضى مالين ارضك بس ياما يداوى
الموت خدلك طوق وعوم ف قلب طفان الغدر الى عايشينه وافتكرى يوم الدنيا
جبرت خاطر واحد فينا لا مش كده واسهل قلوب يادنيا دا انا من طينك ليه
بطرفى قلوب وبتطلبى الطرح يحنولى شتوتك ماليت سهرى وسهرك
مايفدكيش ف غيبتى ف احلم بموجه رمت الهم وجات قالت حبيبتى
ماحلمتش يوم بغيرك جه غيرك خلانه ملكه والليل زى ماجمع عشاق نيم قلوب
بتبكى حضرت عيون الهم زدت فوق الهم شقى كبرك منعك من البكى ليه دا شرف
الخلق مانا ماليت كتاب انا الى زمانى اتحامى كتير ف رفقك قومتى زى كيل
الارض لاى مكان اجيلو يضلل روحتى فين انا زى مانا انتى
اتغيرتى ليه ف ماترمنيش ف النار وانا مش نبى وتقولى عيش
خبى عشمك يا ابن امبارح واعى تقول انك محتاج كداب لو قولت انك مرتاح ومش
مشتاق اخرتها دموع وسكوت وصوت بكاك ف الليل منبوح نفسك تغور وتروح نفسك
تحس انك مرتاح وازاى ترتاح ف دنيا ناقصه وصوت الكاسره كاتم حسك اصلا
هتموت بالحصره ع الى باع وع الى كاسرلك ضهرك ناقصى كتير ياقمر موجوع من
جنس البشر تعبان منك ياسهر اكتم دموعك يا ابن الناس الناس دى ماتستهلش
هتعيش وتموت وحيد ف وسط خلق ماتتعاشرش انت الجدع مابينهم تفضل لامتى
شايلهم ماحدش حاسس بيك احسلك يابنى ماتتعشمش هدور وتلف بيك وف كل ليل
وجعك يزيد وتقول انا ليه وحيد وليه الفرح عنى بعيد واجاعك تقتل
فيك وتحس انك ضعيف طب فوق يا ابن الناس الناس دى ناقصه ماتستاهلش
اتحايلت ع الشيطان جهنم حتى ماتقبلنيش تاجرت بموت الحقد بينا اتساوى
نارى بنرها ماتحرقنيش المتعه بينا تزيد ف الرغبه ف الملل بتزيد قتل شعور
احساسه مريض بيعالج مرضه بمرض ناس تانيين وادارى ف غيرى وقت العرض عشان
ماليش شفاعه واستنى حساب الاخرى عشان الدنيا مش سيعانى ف ماتلومنيش ع
نقص عقل ودين عشان دا قانون دنيتهم لو حور العين ف الدنيا الشهوه هتبقى
جزء منهم كان ناقص ابنيلك قصر من الفراغ يكونلك كفن الموت لما داق البعد
حس بكل شخص ادفن تجمعنا زنوب الاخره واعمل نفسى ماعرفكيش واشوف ملاك
الموت بيموت بأديه والخوف مغطي عنيه واشوف الجنه من بعيد واقول يارتنى
ازيتهم اكتر واكتر وجهنم بهدوء تشكرنى واصحى واشوف دموع
السما والليل يواسيها واسجد وقلبى بيبكى واقول بلهفه يارب ارحمنى
انا عشت سنين ف سكه وسخه وفاكر انها تكسب انا كل يوم ايدى ع خدى يستنى
الزهر يلعب الدنيا سيما تمثل حلو الناس تحلف بأسمك معلش بكره تبقا تشوف
حلوتها ناقصه حتا قليل البخت العشم ناحر وبره ومش مكفى مستكفى هاتلى حد
استحمل نص وجعى عمر العياط ماكان عيب امسح دموعى بكفى انا قبله لكل واحد
اتواجع فيكو وقولتو يابخته وابدأ اسال لو كانت ناقصه مش راقصه ولا اصلا
كانت بصيت ع رقصك دا الى انت عشقته كسرك هاتو نفس التوب كفياك عياط لا
كدا زياده لو كان ف مزان حسناتك وجعك ف اشبع منه عباده المولى
حكم كتب تشوف من كل صنف اتوجع خليك جدع حمل الجبل لو تقل انا وتد
واقول الوجع راح لحاله خلاص بيخلص
وارجع لوحدى تانى اغنى اتاري احنا الى بنخلص

Naqsa (Lack)

I see many tears in my eyes before you even start to cry
And dogs gnawing at my flesh, leaving all my wounds bleeding
Who else but you, oh night, in my time of weariness, to whom I can complain?
I hide among the people, yet I still feel alone
Who will listen to you and respond with a word that doesn't hurt me?
Four walls enclose me to hold me back
And the hearts we loved, in times of weakness, came and left us
We lived with a cat until one day it came and scratched us
My father told me, "Befriend those who support you in times of need"
When you're happy, they laugh; when you're drowning, they pull you out
But where is that? All I see is harshness upon you, a flawed creation, filth surrounding you
And I judged it in every response, you deserved it, I failed in school, so everyone called me a failure
Many people will leave, don't you dare be sorry, even your own body will leave you one day
Three years you're still lying on paper, longing for the distant
He hurts you, you forget him, if he loved you even one day in the year...
Your tongue lies, but the paper doesn't believe you, why not? Is she from the kings of Sham or of the beauty of the nymphs?
This eye alone loved you for two days, the poison is now pure
The blood doesn't heal you, the night's cry for my sake dims the ghost.
From depression, he stopped wandering, the wing is still broken
But he is a lover of ravens and chose the illusion of death as his rider.
He waits for Cinderella every day on the Nile, she doesn't come
So the melody of the flute cries on the tears, a memory of love, a ghost.
He draws her a song, sings it to her, and forgets that she is far away, and sleeps crying like every day, alone.
A lover of a sick imagination, a lover of hateful hearts, walking on a path where no one who walks on it will come.
The path itself doesn't exist, his heart stands still
Far from him, he wants her to be his, so his tears flow.
So that he can be carried on shoulders, he has no hope in the world, and if he will have any relation to her, all
will be poured out, but I leave my sorrows to them, that one day I will return
I hide in the night of love, I found only the moon as my messenger.
A traveler who lingers on the road amidst the floods of pain, it will not last for me, if I speak much
between us, time is cruel, prove to me that you can heal my wounds in an instant
sugar, and you will not be Mary in my eyes, you will not find the palm tree trunk.
The joy between us died, the eyelid's tear is running out
I wander with the end of the melody of the laments, secretly, and what is the point?
The light is bound, melts, and gathers them, a singer's session, oh world, I will not pass you by, because no one
among us remains, not for my time, I lined my eyelashes with kohl, and who is the companion? Your right is always there, and his voice
rises above the effendi, lastly I am the youngest of time, then you say I am
what brought me to melt in the land of God, and Sinbad from you supports me.
I can overpower the minds of sadness, erase the tears of the sick from their faces, they fill your land, but how many will heal?
Death took your necklace and swam in the heart of the floods of treachery that we live in, and remember the day the world
mended the heart of one of us, no, not like that, and the easiest hearts, oh world, I am from your clay, why
do I carry hearts at my side, and you ask for subtraction to turn to me? Your silence filled my evening and yours
doesn't benefit you in my absence, so I dream of a wave that threw away the worries and came and said, "My love"
I never dreamed of anyone but you, someone else came and made her a queen, and the night, as it gathers lovers, puts hearts to sleep
that cry, the eyes of worry attended, increasing misery on top of worry, your pride prevented you from crying, why? This is the honor of
creation, I filled a book, the one whose time was protected a lot in your tenderness, you rose like the measure
of the earth, to any place I come to, my soul will be shaded, where am I like I am, you
have changed, why? So don't throw me into the fire, I am not a prophet, and you say, "Live"
Hide your hope, son of yesterday, be aware of saying that you are in need, a liar if you say that you are comfortable and not
longing, the end is tears and silence, and the sound of your crying at night is unrestrained, your soul sinks and goes, your soul
feels that you are comfortable, and how can you be comfortable in a world that is lacking? And the voice of the broken one suppresses your feeling, in fact you will
die of confinement to the one who sold and the one who broke your back, you lack a lot, oh moon, wounded by
the human race, tired of you, oh night, hold back your tears, son of the people, these people don't deserve it
You will live and die alone amidst a creation that cannot be lived with, you are the decent one among them, how long will you remain?
carrying them, no one feels for you, feel for yourself, my son, don't get your hopes up, it will search and turn with you, and every night
your pain increases, and you say, "Why am I alone, and why is joy far from me?" And your hunger kills
in you, and you feel that you are weak, so rise up, son of the people, these people are lacking, they don't deserve it
I pleaded with the devil, even hell wouldn't accept me, I traded in the death of hatred between us, it became equal
my fire with its fire, it doesn't burn me, the pleasure between us increases in the desire, so boredom increases, killing the feeling
His feeling is sick, he treats his illness with the illness of others, and I hide in others at the time of the show because
I have no intercession, and I wait for the reckoning of the Hereafter, because the world is not easy, so don't blame me for
lack of reason and religion, because this is the law of their world, if the houris were in the world, lust would be
a part of them, it was lacking, I will build you a palace of emptiness, it will be your death shroud, when he tasted the distance
he felt every person buried, our sins of the Hereafter gather us, and I pretend I don't know you, and I see the angel
of death dying by my hand, and fear covers his eyes, and I see heaven from afar, and I say, "I wish I had"
harmed them more and more, and hell calmly thanks me, and I wake up and see the tears
of the sky, and the night comforts it, and I prostrate myself, and my heart cries, and I say with longing, "Oh Lord, have mercy on me"
I lived for years on a dirty path, thinking it would win, every day my hand is on my cheek, waiting
for the dice to roll, the world is a movie, it acts well, people swear by your name, "Sorry, tomorrow you will see"
its beauty is lacking, even a little luck, hope is slaughtered and outside, and it is not enough, it is enough, bring me someone
to bear half my pain, crying was never a shame, I wipe my tears with enough, I am a kiss for everyone
who is hurt by you, and you say, "Oh his luck," and I start to ask, if she was lacking, not dancing, or even
looked at your dance, this is what you loved, it broke you, bring the same dress, enough crying, no
this is too much, if your pain was in the balance of your good deeds, then be satisfied with it, worship the Lord
the judgment is written, you will see from every kind, be hurt, be a man, carry the mountain, if you say I am and you collapse
and say the pain went away on its own, it's over
and I go back alone again, singing, it turns out we are the ones who end