Paroles et traduction Cairokee - Walla Ma Aayez

Walla Ma Aayez

والله ما عايز غير بيت
فيه واحدة الصبح بتفرد ضفايرها
وعيال بتقوم من النوم
تجرى عليا من غير حتى ما تفتح عينها
والله ما عايز غير كوباية شاى
وبوسة حب ورضا بالحال
وجرايد أخبارها عال
وابتسمات الناس فى الشارع
ترجع تانى زى زمان
وصباح الفل فى وشك دايما
من عسكرى مهموم تعبان
نفسه يسلم خدمة ويجرى يروح بيته ينام
من كمسرى زهقان م الزحمة
من تاكسى ف شارع غرقان
والله ما عايز إلا تلاتة جنيه
تمن الدمغة وختم النسر
وكوباية شاى لموظف غلبان
والله ما عايز إلا بطاقتى يا ناس
حتى ولو من غير عنوان
والله ماعايز غير الشغل
لا كلام يعنى ولاحديت
ولا قالوا وقولنا ولت وعجن وحواديت
ولا ذر ونم وهيصة فاضية وتخبيط
وقوم اقف وانت بتتكلم
ضحكة غش وتظبيط
والله ما عايز حد عبيط
والله ما ناقص تنطيط
والله ما عايز بعد الشغل غير أنى أرّوح
تعبان م الحر وباطوح
وألقى حبيبة قلبى بتضحك
والقى طراوة بيت بتخدنى ترد الروح
هم الدنيا فى لحظة يروح
والقى عيالى بيجروا عليا ويحضنوا فيا
وياخدوا الشنطة يقلبوا فيها
وياخدوا الحاجة الحلوة ويجروا
وبعد الضهر اقرا الجرنال
وانت يا أجمل شىء فى الدنيا
واقفة بتكوى لى القمصان
وتبصيلى وانا تعبان
والله ما عايز غير حضنك واتغطى وانام

Walla Ma Aayez

By God, I want nothing but a home
Where a woman will braid her hair in the morning
And children will wake up from their sleep
Running to me without even opening their eyes
By God, I want nothing but a cup of tea
And a kiss of love and contentment
And newspapers with good news
And the smiles of people in the street
May they return again like the old days
And a good morning on your face always
From a tired and worn-out soldier
Whose desire is to finish his service and run home to sleep
From a bus conductor tired of the traffic
From a taxi driver in a flooded street
By God, I want nothing but three pounds
The price of the stamp and the eagle's seal
And a cup of tea for a poor employee
By God, I want nothing but my identity card, people
Even if it has no address
By God, I want nothing but work
No talk, no chatter
No back and forth, no fuss and gossip
No sowing and reaping, no empty noise and chaos
Stand up and speak
A laugh of deceit and manipulation
By God, I want no fools
By God, I don't need any bouncing around
By God, I want nothing after work but to go home
Exhausted from the heat and weary
And find my beloved smiling
And find the comfort of a home that fills me with life
The sorrows of life will pass in an instant
And find my children running to me and embracing me
And take my bag and turn it upside down
And take the sweet things and run
And after lunch I will read the newspaper
And you, the most beautiful thing in the world
You will stand ironing my shirts
And look at me as I am tired
By God, I want nothing but your embrace and to be covered and to sleep