Paroles et traduction Ahmed Kamel - Kan Fe Tefl

Kan Fe Tefl

بنتمنى نعيش لما نبيع الوحدة لو ببلاش
سعات نتمنى 100 حاجة و ناخد حاجة منعوزهاش
بنتألم عشان ننسى عشان بكرة مبيسعناش
و بنعافر مع الماضى و نتعلق بحلم مجاش
انا و الليل بنشبه بعض فى الأحزان
يا ليل طوٌل يسيع حضنك براح سكان
غريبة ان انتى مش فارقة, غريبة يا قلبى متحمل
مفيش حاجة بقت فارقة لا يُمكن تانى هنكمل
و اهو اللى باقى حبة وجع حبة جروح حبة فزع
و اديك و ساكت و متحمل حلاوة روح و اهو كان جدع
بيعند فى القسى و يقسى و يكسر قلبه بالنسيان
بيكدب لما قال هنسى فى نور الشمس كان بردان
مسافر فى الطريق وحدك معدتش طفل زى زمان
مرافق فى الطريق همك, فراق لما بدون عنوان
جواب كانت سطوره عذاب بيتلخص فى أول سطر
وحشنى وجودكوا زى زمان رجوع لبيتنا ساعة العصر
فى حضنك منتهى اللهفة, وليل قمر و نجوم
زفاه و لو لف المدار لفة فى روحك شئ من العفة
انا ندمان على فراقك, انا درويش و فى مقامك لا عمرى تعبت من التفقير
غريبة ان انتى لسه بعيد, غريبة ان انتى فى
المسافات كلك شغف و ذكرى لناس لا
كانوا من اللى هيمينك ولا كانوا فى يوم حساد

Kan Fe Tefl

I wish we could live until we sell the unit even if it's for free
Sometimes we wish for 100 things and we get something we don't need
We suffer to forget because tomorrow we won't have the chance
And we struggle with the past and cling to a dream that hasn't come true
Me and the night resemble each other in sadness
O night, lengthen your embrace, it's spacious and has many inhabitants
It's strange that you don't make a difference, it's strange that my heart can bear it
Nothing makes a difference anymore, we can't go on like this
And all that's left is a bit of pain, a bit of wounds, a bit of fright
And here you are, silent and patient, the sweetness of a soul, and here he was a jerk
He got used to being cruel and hardened his heart by forgetting
He lied when he said he would forget, he was cold in the sunlight
You're traveling alone on the road, you're no longer a child like before
Your companion on the road is your worry, a separation without a title
An answer whose lines were torment, summed up in the first line
I miss your presence like the old days, returning to our home at sunset
In your embrace is the ultimate longing, and a night of moon and stars
He married her even if he circled the world, in your soul is something pure
I regret our separation, I'm a dervish and at your rank I never tired of poverty
It's strange that you're still far away, it's strange that you're in
the distances, all you are is passion and a memory of people who
were neither those who would dominate you nor were they ever envious