Paroles et traduction Fadel Chaker - ليه الجرح

ليه الجرح

ليه الجرح لو من غالي يدبح بالبطئ
ليه الفرحة مشيت من طريق وانا في طريق
لي كتر الوجع خلاني مش حاسس بشئ
ليه دايما بعيش طيب واسامح في اللي خان
لي بقول نصيب عشان اجيبها على الزمان
لي بضحك وايدي ماسكة جرح بخاف يبان
بقابل ياما ناس وكلهم زي بعض
يا ريتهم حسو بيا
العمر يعدي لكن الاشخاص والأماكن والايام هي هي
بقابل ياما ناس وكلهم زي بعض
يا ريتهم حسو بيا
العمر يعدي لكن الاشخاص والأماكن والايام هي هي
في لحظة رجوع الخاين توبة بعد ضيق
لو نرجع نسامحه بيرجع ما يبقاش برئ
لي ما بقاش في حد بيخلص بحق وحقيق
من دمي وهمو دا همي وبيجرحني لي
اقيد عمري شمعة تنور لي خايف علي
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بقابل ياما ناس وكلهم زي بعض
يا ريتهم حسو بيا
العمر يعدي لكن الاشخاص والأماكن والايام هي هي
بقابل ياما ناس وكلهم زي بعض
يا ريتهم حسو بيا
العمر يعدي لكن الاشخاص والأماكن والايام هي هي
ليه الجرح لو من غالي يدبح بالبطئ
ليه الفرحة مشيت من طريق وانا في طريق
لي كتر الوجع خلاني مش حاسس بشئ
ليه دايما بعيش طيب واسامح في اللي خان
لي بقول نصيب عشان اجيبها على الزمان
لي بضحك وايدي ماسكة جرح بخاف يبان

Why the Wound

Why does the wound bleed slowly if it comes from a dear one?
Why did happiness leave the path while I was on it?
Why has so much pain made me feel nothing?
Why do I always live kindly and forgive those who betray me?
Why do I say it was meant to be so I can blame it on fate?
Why do I laugh with my hand covering a wound, afraid it will show?
I meet so many people, all the same.
If only they could understand me.
Time passes, but people, places, and days stay the same.
I meet so many people, all the same.
If only they could understand me.
Time passes, but people, places, and days stay the same.
In a moment, the treacherous return in repentance after hardship.
If we forgive them and let them back in, they won't be innocent again.
Why is there no one left who is honest and true?
They are my blood, yet they are my torment, and they wound me so.
I guard my life like a candle, lighting it for those I fear for.
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I meet so many people, all the same.
If only they could understand me.
Time passes, but people, places, and days stay the same.
I meet so many people, all the same.
If only they could understand me.
Time passes, but people, places, and days stay the same.
Why does the wound bleed slowly if it comes from a dear one?
Why did happiness leave the path while I was on it?
Why has so much pain made me feel nothing?
Why do I always live kindly and forgive those who betray me?
Why do I say it was meant to be so I can blame it on fate?
Why do I laugh with my hand covering a wound, afraid it will show?