Paroles et traduction Dina El Wedidi - Hozn El Ganoub (The Grief of the South)

Hozn El Ganoub (The Grief of the South)

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
ياجنوبي
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 مكانش القلق يملا العيون والقلوب
جايز مكانش الوجع عشش نواحي الجنوب
جايز مكانش القلق يملا العيون والقلوب
جايز مكانش الوجع عشش نواحي الجنوب
يا جنوبي
حبيبتي ارضي سألتك والكف صارت يا دوب ازاي نلم الوجع ونخف حزن الجنوب
حبيبتي ارضي سألتك والكف صارت يا دوب ازاي نلم الوجع ونخف حزن الجنوب
لو كانوا سابوا العيال تخلي الثمار من الخوف كنا اهتدينا يا ناس وفهمنا بالمعروف
وعرفنا من الاهوال
ازاي
ازاي نبطل هروب
وازاي نلم الوجع ونخف حزن الجنوب
ياجنوبي

The Sorrow of the South

If our hearts were washed with comfort, not the wind
If we had harvested our honey before it melted away
If our hearts were washed with comfort, not the wind
If we had harvested our honey before it melted away
If they had let things be what they truly were
O my South
If our hearts were washed with comfort, not the wind
If we had harvested our honey before it melted away
If our hearts were washed with comfort, not the wind
If we had harvested our honey before it melted away
If they had let things be what they truly were
Perhaps worry would not fill our eyes and hearts
Perhaps sorrow would not nestle in the corners of the south
Perhaps worry would not fill our eyes and hearts
Perhaps sorrow would not nestle in the corners of the south
O my South
My love, my land, I ask you, with my hands trembling,
How can we gather the pain and ease the sorrow of the south
If they had let the children grow their fruits without fear, we would have found our way, oh my people, and understood with kindness
And learned from the horrors
How
How can we stop fleeing?
And how can we gather the pain and ease the sorrow of the south
O my South