Paroles et traduction Khaled - El-H'Mam

El-H'Mam

الحمام اللي والفتو امشى عليا، ما بقالي نسمع صوتو في اغصاني
ما بقالي في الدنيا ما ندير امان، بعد الحمام اللي ربيتو امشى عليا
صار هارب عني ما دارلي مزية، بعد ما كان صديقي يحوم على خيامي
كل واحد مكوي في حياتو مياة كية، كل شيء مجرب التحقيق في كلامي
الحمام اللي والفتو امشى عليا، ما بقالي نسمع صوتو في اغصاني
الحمام اللي والفتو امشى عليا، ما بقالي نسمع صوتو في اغصاني
يا احبابي خذوا هذا الكلام ترتيل، ما تخالطوش في الدنيا من يكون خادع
كل عشرة بحبيبك خذها بالجميل، ما ادير الشركة مع من يكون طامع
الحمام اللي والفتو امشى عليا، ما بقالي نسمع صوتو في اغصاني
الحمام اللي والفتو امشى عليا، ما بقالي نسمع صوتو في اغصاني
لو نعيد همومي نعمر الف كتاب، لو نعيد همومي للعالمين يبكيو
لو نعيد همومي للبحر يصير غلاب، لو نعيد همومي للجبال بالصوت يدنيو
لو نعيد همومي لداك وين يبغيو، لو نعيد همومي للحجر يرد الجواب
الحمام اللي والفتو امشى عليا، ما بقالي نسمع صوتو في اغصاني
الحمام اللي والفتو امشى عليا، ما بقالي نسمع صوتو في اغصاني
ما بقالي في الدنيا ما ندير امان، بعد الحمام اللي ربيتو امشى عليا
الحمام اللي والفتو امشى عليا، ما بقالي نسمع صوتو في اغصاني

The Dove

The dove I raised and nurtured has left me, I no longer hear its cooing in my branches.
I have no one left in this world to trust, after the dove I cared for has flown away.
He fled from me, showing no gratitude, after being my friend and circling my tents.
Everyone is burned by life's scalding waters, everything has proven the truth of my words.
The dove I raised and nurtured has left me, I no longer hear its cooing in my branches.
The dove I raised and nurtured has left me, I no longer hear its cooing in my branches.
Oh my friends, take these words as a chant, do not associate with those who are deceitful in this world.
Consider every friendship with your beloved a blessing, do not partner with those who are greedy.
The dove I raised and nurtured has left me, I no longer hear its cooing in my branches.
The dove I raised and nurtured has left me, I no longer hear its cooing in my branches.
If I were to recount my sorrows, they would fill a book, if I were to share my woes, the world would weep.
If I were to tell the sea my sorrows, it would become turbulent, if I were to tell the mountains, they would crumble with the sound.
If I were to tell those who desire them, my sorrows would be known, if I were to tell the stones, they would reply.
The dove I raised and nurtured has left me, I no longer hear its cooing in my branches.
The dove I raised and nurtured has left me, I no longer hear its cooing in my branches.
I have no one left in this world to trust, after the dove I cared for has flown away.
The dove I raised and nurtured has left me, I no longer hear its cooing in my branches.