Paroles et traduction Assi El Helani - ودي يا بحر

ودي يا بحر

ودي يا بحر ودي طولنا بغيبتنا
ودي سلامي لبيت جدي
وللتوتي اللي بحارتنا
ودي يا بحر ودي طولنا بغيبتنا
ودي سلامي لبيت جدي
وللتوتي اللي بحارتنا
وللربابه اللي عم بتعن
كل ما بسمع صوته بحن
قولك بعده ابو الحن بيعشعش بجنينتنا
ودي يا بحر ودي طولنا بغيبتنا
ودي سلامي لبيت جدي
وللتوتي اللي بحارتنا

عم يغلي بقلبي صنين
وكروم العنب والتين
عم يغلي بقلبي صنين
وكروم العنب والتين
ومشتاق لميات العين
ياللي بساحة ضيعتنا
وللربابه اللي عم بتعن
كل ما بسمع صوته بحن
قولك بعده ابو الحن بيعشعش بجنينتنا
ودي يا بحر ودي
طولنا بغيبتنا
ودي سلامي لبيت جدي
ول التوت اللي بحارتنا

يا مهاجر ع الغربه ارجع
نص العمر بهجرك ضاع
يا مهاجر ع الغربو ارجع
نص العمر بهجرك ضاع
وحياة ترابك يا بقاع
ما حنيت لرجعتنا
وللربابه اللي عم بتعن
كل ما بسمع صوته بحن
قولك بعده ابو الحن بيعشعش بجنينتنا
ودي يا بحر ودي
طولنا بغيبتنا
ودي سلامي لبيت جدي
ول التوت اللي بحارتنا
ودي يا بحر ودي
طولنا بفيبتنا
ودي سلامي لبيت جدي
ول التوت اللي بحارتنا

My Love for the Sea

My love for the sea, my love, and my longing to be there in my absence
My greetings to my grandfather's house
And to the mulberry tree in our neighborhood
My love for the sea, my love, and my longing to be there in my absence
My greetings to my grandfather's house
And to the mulberry tree in our neighborhood
And to the lute that plays
Every time I hear its sound, I yearn
You say that the nightingale still nests in our garden
My love for the sea, my love, and my longing to be there in my absence
My greetings to my grandfather's house
And to the mulberry tree in our neighborhood

My heart aches for the pine trees
And the vineyards and the fig trees
My heart aches for the pine trees
And the vineyards and the fig trees
And I long for the waters of the spring
That flows in the square of our village
And to the lute that plays
Every time I hear its sound, I yearn
You say that the nightingale still nests in our garden
My love for the sea, my love
And my longing to be there in my absence
My greetings to my grandfather's house
And to the mulberry tree in our neighborhood

Oh, emigrant in a foreign land, return
Half of my life has been lost in your absence
Oh, emigrant in a foreign land, return
Half of my life has been lost in your absence
And by the dust of your homeland, oh Bekaa,
Have you not yearned for our return?
And to the lute that plays
Every time I hear its sound, I yearn
You say that the nightingale still nests in our garden
My love for the sea, my love
And my longing to be there in my absence
My greetings to my grandfather's house
And to the mulberry tree in our neighborhood
My love for the sea, my love
And my longing to be there in my absence
My greetings to my grandfather's house
And to the mulberry tree in our neighborhood