Paroles et traduction Emsallam - مسرح

مسرح

إشي غريب اني احس اني بعلم بالغيب
اني اعرف ان انت بعيد مش قريب غريب

اني انسى انسان ومحسش فيه
وأضلني من جوة ادور عليه
و أطلع عمرايه والاقيني فيه
ومش عيب اني ابكي على طول الغياب
واستنى يسألني الاغراب
ليش ما في حدا من الاصحاب
بهديك

إسمع سيبك قاعد انا هونا عم بغني
بلكي تيجي الناس بيوم تفهمني
تعرف انه صوتي عن جد بخزي وتضل تسمعني
إسمع سيبك من المسرح اللي انا عايش فيه
كنت مستمع هسة بكتب وبحكيه
ما في فرق بيني وبين اي مؤدي

لو حسيت ان الصوت الي بيمشي بهالبيت
راح يرجعلي ويقلي تعال ننسى الحيط حسيت
اني بعيد عن البلاد وعن الجداد
بعيد وبتفاخر بماضي وامجاد
انعادت قدامي وإنذكرت كثير

إسمع سيبك قاعد انا هونا عم بغني
بلكي تيجي الناس بيوم تفهمني
تعرف انه صوتي عن جد بخزي وتضل تسمعني
إسمع سيبك من المسرح اللي انا عايش فيه
كنت مستمع هسة بكتب وبحكيه
ما في فرق بيني وبين اي مؤدي

لو ناوي تصحى ونفسك تعرف شو البصير
خد تذكرة وسجل انك زلمه كبير
فوت وإحضر عرضنا وانشر عرضنا بين الناس
عرضنا مسرحي تتخيل انه فش في إحساس
كوني مخلوق بمسرح ودوري اني فقط البس بعض الناس جواعد وابدا فيهم اسرح
وأعزف لحن حزين على نايي القديم وأغفا تحت شجر عديم الروح وأبدا اسرح
بكوني مش مخلوق لهالدور الممل اشي بعل
اني اصحى من نومي الاقي تيس بقرونه بينطح
حمل وديع راضي وحزين الموت بعينه اريح
من انه يضل حاسس بذل الكبير مع انه العمل انحل
والناس راحت عبيوتها تنام بعد ما المخرج انزل
الستار وقليل من اللي حضروا العمل تأثر
بكونه بحكي عن حياة رجل بسيط مش اكثر
لو انه بحكي عن مشعوذين كان هسة الكل بفكر
لانهم بخافوا من الوهم وقد أُعذر من أنذر
ما الميه لما تقل بكون جزء منها تبخر
تحصيل حاصل مدام فاعل الك الضو الاخضر
قلمي هو لعنتي لما ابدأ اكتب ما بفكر
والبيطلع من عقلي عورقي ما بقدر أغير
إيدي عامل مساعد واللغه فقط كمعبر
بهرب منه لما أزهق من مسرح كل يوم بيتدهور
فبلاقي حالي متفرج عمنصة أكبر

إسمع سيبك قاعد انا هونا عم بغني
بلكي تيجي الناس بيوم تفهمني
تعرف انه صوتي عن جد بخزي وتضل تسمعني
إسمع سيبك من المسرح اللي انا عايش فيه
كنت مستمع هسة بكتب وبحكيه
ما في فرق بيني وبين اي مؤدي

The theater

It's strange how I feel like I have a sixth sense
I know that you are far away, not close

I forget a person and don't feel their absence
And I look inside me to search for them
And I go through their whole life and find myself in them
And it's not a flaw that I cry all the time over your absence
And wait for strangers to ask me
Why isn't there anyone from my friends
With you?

Listen, leave me alone, I'm singing here
Maybe someday people will come to understand me
They'll realize that my voice is really good and they'll keep listening to me
Listen, forget about the theater that I live in
I used to be a listener, now I'm writing and singing
There's no difference between me and any other performer

If you felt that the voice walking in this house
Will come back to me and tell me to come and forget the walls, I felt
I'm far from home and family
Far away, proud of the past and glories
They came back to me and were remembered a lot

Listen, leave me alone, I'm singing here
Maybe someday people will come to understand me
They'll realize that my voice is really good and they'll keep listening to me
Listen, forget about the theater that I live in
I used to be a listener, now I'm writing and singing
There's no difference between me and any other performer

If you're planning to wake up and want to know what's going on
Take a ticket and sign that you're a big man
Come in and see our show and share it with people
Our show is a play, can you imagine it failing in feelings?
Being a creature in a theater and my role is just to put on some clothes for people to wear and start walking around in them
And play a sad tune on my old flute and fall asleep under a lifeless tree and start walking around
Because I'm not made for this boring role, it's something evil
I wake up from my sleep to find a horned goat butting
A load-bearing, satisfied, sad death in his eyes, I'm relieved
From the fact that he keeps feeling the great humiliation even though the work is done
And people went to their homes to sleep after the director came down
The curtain and few of those who attended the play were affected
Because it's about the life of a simple man, nothing more
If he was talking about charlatans, everyone would be thinking now
Because they're afraid of the illusion and those who are warned are excused
When the water decreases, part of it evaporates
A foregone conclusion as long as the actor is given the green light
My pen is my curse when I start writing I don't think
And what comes out of my mind, my blood, I can't change
My hand is an assistant and language is just a means of expression
I run away from it when I get tired of a theater that deteriorates every day
So I find myself a spectator on a larger stage

Listen, leave me alone, I'm singing here
Maybe someday people will come to understand me
They'll realize that my voice is really good and they'll keep listening to me
Listen, forget about the theater that I live in
I used to be a listener, now I'm writing and singing
There's no difference between me and any other performer