Paroles et traduction Assaf - Mtfareen

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متفرقين وأدي اول ليله . واصعب ليله الليله الأولى
متفرقين وأدي أول ليله . وانا وحدي ف أوضتي المقفوله
يا قمر كاااان ف العالي بينور . واللي مابينا يا دوب شباااك
المجروح . ف هواااه بيدور على ذكرى وسط الاشوااق
قمر كاااان ف العالي بينور . واللي مابينا يا دوب شباااك
اللمجروح . ف هوااه بيدور على ذكرى وسط الاشوااق
ومين حزين الليله أدي . وجرحي مين يتحمله
الوقت مش عااايز يعدي . ياااارب ايه اللي اعمله
يااارب ايه اللي اعمله
MusiC
متفرقين وبغااالط روحي . معقول هنساه وهينساني
متفرقين وبعد جروحي . والبعد آلمني وبكاني
متفرقين وبغاالط روحي . معقول هنساه وهينساني
متفرقين وبعد جروحي . والبعد آلمني وبكاني
يا قمر كاااان ف العالي بينور . واللي مابينا يا دوب شباااك
المجروح . ف هواااه بيدور على ذكرى وسط الاشوااق
قمر كاااان ف العالي بينور . واللي مابينا يا دوب شباااك
اللمجروح . ف هوااه بيدور على ذكرى وسط الاشوااق
ومين حزين الليله أدي . وجرحي مين يتحمله
الوقت مش عااايز يعدي . ياااارب ايه اللي اعمله
يااارب ايه اللي اعمله
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Scattered

We are scattered, and this is my first night alone. And the first night is the hardest.
We are scattered, and this is my first night alone. I am alone in my closed room.
Oh, moon, you were shining high in the sky. And the space between us was only a window.
The wounded one, in his passion, searches for a memory amidst the desires.
Oh, moon, you were shining high in the sky. And the space between us was only a window.
The wounded one, in his passion, searches for a memory amidst the desires.
Who is sad tonight. And who can bear my wound?
Time does not want to pass. Oh, God, what should I do?
Oh, God, what should I do?
MusiC
We are scattered, and I am deceiving my soul. Is it possible that we will forget each other?
We are scattered, and my wounds are still fresh. The separation has hurt and made me cry.
We are scattered, and I am deceiving my soul. Is it possible that we will forget each other?
We are scattered, and my wounds are still fresh. The separation has hurt and made me cry.
Oh, moon, you were shining high in the sky. And the space between us was only a window.
The wounded one, in his passion, searches for a memory amidst the desires.
Oh, moon, you were shining high in the sky. And the space between us was only a window.
The wounded one, in his passion, searches for a memory amidst the desires.
Who is sad tonight. And who can bear my wound?
Time does not want to pass. Oh, God, what should I do?
Oh, God, what should I do?
End