Paroles et traduction Dina El Wedidi - Hozn El Ganoub

Hozn El Ganoub

لو كان داخلنا اتغسل
بالراحة مش بالريح
لو كنا حوشنا العسل
قبل العسل ما يسيح

لو كان داخلنا اتغسل
بالراحة مش بالريح
لو كنا حوشنا العسل
قبل العسل ما يسيح

لو كانوا سابوا الحاجات
تصبح حاجات بصحيح

يا جنوبي، يا جنوبي
يا جنوبي، يا جنوبي

لو كان داخلنا اتغسل
بالراحة مش بالريح
لو كنا حوشنا العسل
قبل العسل ما يسيح

لو كان داخلنا اتغسل
بالراحة مش بالريح
لو كنا حوشنا العسل
قبل العسل ما يسيح

لو كانوا سابوا الحاجات
تصبح حاجات بصحيح

جايز ما كانش القلق
يملأ العيون والقلوب
جايز ماكانش الوجع
عشش نواحي الجَنوب

جايز ما كانش القلق
يملأ العيون والقلوب
جايز ماكانش الوجع
عشش نواحي الجَنوب

يا جنوبي، يا جنوبي
يا جنوبي، يا جنوبي

حبيبتي أرضي سألتِك
والكَف صارت يَدُوب
إزاي نلم الوجع
ونخِف حُزن الجنوب

حبيبتي أرضي سألتِك
والكَف صارت يَدُوب
إزاي نلم الوجع
ونخِف حُزن الجنوب

لو كانوا سابوا العيال
تِخليِ السمار من الخوف
كنا اهتدينا يا ناس
وفهمنا بالمعروف

وعرفنا من الأهوال
إزاي، إزاي، إزاي
إزاي نبطل هروب
وإزاي نلم الوجع
ونخِف حُزن الجَنوب

يا جنوبي، يا جنوبي
يا جنوبي، يا جنوبي
يا جنوبي، يا جنوبي
يا جنوبي، يا جنوبي

Sorrow of the South

If our insides had been washed
With rest, not the wind
If we had gathered our honey
Before it could flow away

If our insides had been washed
With rest, not the wind
If we had gathered our honey
Before it could flow away

If they had left things be
Things would have become true

Oh my South, oh my South
Oh my South, oh my South

If our insides had been washed
With rest, not the wind
If we had gathered our honey
Before it could flow away

If our insides had been washed
With rest, not the wind
If we had gathered our honey
Before it could flow away

If they had left things be
Things would have become true

Perhaps worry would not
Have filled our eyes and hearts
Perhaps pain would not have
Nested in every corner of the South

Perhaps worry would not
Have filled our eyes and hearts
Perhaps pain would not have
Nested in every corner of the South

Oh my South, oh my South
Oh my South, oh my South

My beloved land, I asked you
And my hands began to melt
How can we gather all the pain
And ease the sadness of the South

My beloved land, I asked you
And my hands began to melt
How can we gather all the pain
And ease the sadness of the South

If they had let the children
Become free from the fear of darkness
We would have found our way, my friends
And understood each other

And we would have learned from the horrors
How, how, how
How can we stop fleeing
And how can we gather all the pain
And ease the sadness of the South

Oh my South, oh my South
Oh my South, oh my South
Oh my South, oh my South
Oh my South, oh my South