Paroles et traduction El Rass - دهب

دهب

ما كان بدي مال حرام اكسبه بشغل يضر البشر
وأنا اللي بزهد بالدني مش هي فيني فشر
فبجاهد أزماني وباخد وقتي نقش بحجر
بدي أدفع الاجار بدي من ربي اقبض أجر
غايتي من المال الاستقلال فواتيري تندفع
مش كلها للبنك اغلاها دوري بالمجتمع
تاستحق السماع مش بس السمع
مش بس السمع
ما كان بدي مال حلال اكسبه بشغل يطحن راسي
عيش بأمن الحيط الحيط اقبع عقلي خلي ضراسي
فبجرب ابني كعبة يبنوا ام القرى حولها
هيدي الموسيقى وطن طموحهم مجرد دولة
فصنعت اسمي بفعلي مش بس بكلامي
خلفته بمغطس وجع ربك نتع بالسلامة
الراب عطاني منبر فكيف باخد بلا ما أعطي
ياللي ضحيت كرماله لازم أمنه للي بعدي
تهو يضحي كرمال نزيد طابق للبنيان
تعبنا كتير توصلنا لهون ولا نسيان
بشكر ربي والراب
بكرة وأصيلا دارجا وفصيحا عايش بالموسيقى
وعايش برضه منا بتواضع بس بتهنى
ببذور تكبر بتنكة فوق سطيحة سمنتو
أكتر من هكتارات مزروعة ببذرة مونسانتو
الغاية أنه الراب الحر يفضل حر ويعيش
مش يصير راب مصاعد مصانع للنوفو ريش
الكلمة المتمردة من سوقها متجردة مش كماليات
بدون تحدي المعنى مش جماليات
والمباول بالمتاحف سلطة هلاميات بالمولات بتاخد لون مشتريات
عالظل بتقتات وبالظل بنربى لنلاقي
الفي بين الدفا واللون نبني الشمس شوي شوي

عنا شي نفتخر فيه شكل ومضمون
واللي فينا بيكفيه وجع مضمون
فاللي بيجرحه بنرديه لا ما بتمون
ما بتمون، ما بتمون، ما بتمون
عنا شي نفتخر فيه شكل ومضمون
واللي فينا بيكفيه وجع مضمون
فاللي بيجرحه بنرديه لا ما بتمون
ما بتمون، ما بتمون، ما بتمون
عنا شي نفتخر فيه شكل ومضمون
واللي فينا بيكفيه وجع مضمون
فاللي بيجرحه بنرديه لا ما بتمون
ما بتمون، ما بتمون، ما بتمون
عنا شي نفتخر فيه شكل ومضمون
واللي فينا بيكفيه وجع مضمون
فاللي بيجرحه بنرديه لا ما بتمون
ما بتمون، ما بتمون، ما بتمون

ما كان بدي مال حرام بس مش تاتعنطز عالناس
بفوقية الأخلاق هيدي الحرية امتياز
مش مضطر أصرف عأهلي وما حدا من إخواتي معتاز
بنعتز بمين صرنا جينا من عيلة كفاح
العيب مش يكون معك السؤال كيف عم توزع
فيه مجتمع صنعك فمش منية ترجع
والضرايب للحرامي والتبرع للضمير والعطايا من الأمير مصنع عبيد بتفزع
ماني أحسن من حدا بس عصدري تقل الباب
وبتفكرني فلسطيني قد ما ممسك بالمفتاح
باب المرض اللي فينا ما لقينا اسمه بولا كتاب
فلازم نحكي إذا بنقدر نتعب ليش تنرتاح؟
حلو الصبر للتمكن السليم بس قد ما الشعب حليم
صرنا بمدننا سواح وأنا ماشي ليالي
صرنا بواقعنا أشباح ولا داري بحالي
يمين اطلنطس فاشية وطن خيالي
فيه مصاري بالدق بس كل مين بقرنة
كله بده يلعب لوحده حضيرة بورنو
عضلات عضلات بس ما بيدق غير بارانويا بجرنه
غير اسمه عزنده بيخافوا يحوطوا حالن إلا بجندهم
أو بيفروا للسهولة ما في اهم من تعبيرهم عندهم
بيفلشوا خردق بيحكوا من برجهم طفيليات نمنم
نحن بنحرس نار جديدة تويجيات برعم
كم جمال انهدر آية عحبة سمسم
نحن الما بنعرف نلمس فمع كل ليلة عرس بلادنا بتنزف
بيستعملوا الدورة كلهم تيعيبوا رابر ضدهم
بس يا ريت دم الحيض دم الناس بيشطف
تشبيهات للاستغفار بركي الرب بيلطف
راب مش هادف هدَّاف
الاعداد بشمال افريقيا والدولار بالخليج
فلازم راب بلاد الشام أنفاس الكون يخطف

Dahab

I didn't want any unclean money that would harm people
And I'm the one who has never been greedy in the world
So, I struggle with my time and take my time to carve in stone
I want to pay the rent and I want to get paid by my Lord
My goal from money is independence, so my bills can be paid
Not all of it to the bank, some of it to my role in society
It deserves to be heard, not just listened to,
Not just listened to,
I didn't want any clean money that would crush my head
I live in the safety of the wall, I hide my mind, I keep my fangs
So, I try to build a Kaaba that the Mother of Cities will be built around
This music is a homeland, while their ambition is just a state
So, I made my name by my actions, not just by my words
I gave birth to it in a baptismal font of pain, may God protect with safety
Rap gave me a platform, so how can I take without giving?
You who sacrificed for it, We must secure it for those who will come after,
So they sacrifice for us, so we can add another floor to the building
We have worked so hard to get here, let's not forget
I thank God and rap
Morning and evening, in colloquial and formal Arabic, I live in music
And I also live among my own people, in humility but in comfort
In seeds that grow in a tin can on top of my cemented roof
More than hectares planted with Monsanto seeds
The goal is for free rap to stay free and live
Not to become elevator rap, factories for the nouveau riche
Rebellious words, stripped from their market, not luxuries
Without challenging the meaning, there is no beauty
And the urinals in the museums, gelatinous authority in the malls, they take on the color of purchases
We feed on the shadows, and we raise in the shadows to find
Between warmth and color, we build the sun little by little

We have something to be proud of, in form and content
And what is enough for us is guaranteed pain
So, whoever hurts us, we will respond to him, no, he will not be spared,
He will not be spared, he will not be spared, he will not be spared
We have something to be proud of, in form and content
And what is enough for us is guaranteed pain
So, whoever hurts us, we will respond to him, no, he will not be spared,
He will not be spared, he will not be spared, he will not be spared
We have something to be proud of, in form and content
And what is enough for us is guaranteed pain
So, whoever hurts us, we will respond to him, no, he will not be spared,
He will not be spared, he will not be spared, he will not be spared
We have something to be proud of, in form and content
And what is enough for us is guaranteed pain
So, whoever hurts us, we will respond to him, no, he will not be spared,
He will not be spared, he will not be spared, he will not be spared

I didn't want any forbidden money, but I won't be stingy with people
With the superiority of morals, this freedom is a privilege
I don't have to spend on my family and none of my siblings are in need
We pride ourselves on who we have become, we come from a family of struggle
The shame is not in having the question, how are you distributing?
There is a society that made you, it is not a wish to return
And the taxes for the thief and the donation for the conscience and the gifts from the prince, a slave factory that frightens
I'm not better than anyone, but I wish that the door would be closed in my face
And remind me that I am Palestinian as long as I hold the key
The door of the disease within us, we did not find its name in any book
So, we must speak, if we can, why should we endure suffering?
Patience is nice for a sound empowerment, but as long as the people are patient
We have become tourists in our cities and I walk at nights
We have become ghosts in our reality and I don't know about my state
To the right of Atlantis, a fascist homeland of my imagination
There is money in the moment, but everyone is in his own corner
Everyone wants to play alone, a porn corral
Muscles, muscles, but nothing is pumped except paranoia in his barn
Apart from his name, Azanda, they are afraid to surround themselves except with their soldiers
Or they run away to ease, there is nothing more important than their expression to them
They flunk the absurd, they talk from their tower, parasites of mimicry
We are guarding a new fire, crowns of buds
What beauty has collapsed, a verse of sesame enchantment
We do not know how to touch, so with every night of celebration, our country bleeds
They use the cycle, all of them, to vilify a rapper against them
But I wish that menstrual blood would wash away the blood of the people
Similes for forgiveness, perhaps the Lord will soften
Rap, not purposeful, purposeful
The numbers in North Africa and the dollar in the Gulf
So, rap of the Levant, the breath of the universe, must be stolen