Paroles et traduction Khaled - El Marsem

El Marsem

Yad had lmarsem 3id li ma kan
Win l'mar ou lli gbil h'na
yad elmarsem zedt li t'chtan
Fik ana ou rrim t'lagina
Naditek b'hdit lafd llisan
Matgoulch b'gabna t'wajebna
Men 3ahdek ma ritha b'3yan
Hajrou li walfi l'hafyana
Ness walfi wallaw li 3adyan
Ou 3la taj elghayb karhouna
Ma n'3chak ma n'goul ha nesswan
Ghir ila ken 3chert l'jabbana
Ou ila ken d'hit fi l'kfan
Akhert l'hayyin men del'fana
Tabt tyab eljir fi l'farran
Men syaf galbi men del'mahna
Ila t'baddal louni lwakt rah chiyane
Ou t'fakkart jma3t hafletna
Hali bhal lli khraj l'wtane
Ya rajel wach taywasselna
Yeddi lihoum ghir r'jel ou h'san
Ma n'dobelch galsine f'del ssahna
l'goul iwafi 3la rrad3an
Moulahom mayerdach h'na
Merssoul walfi ghayyeb ma bane
Ma jab khebarha y'wennesna
Dir jmilek ya bni l'warchan
Ou salli li rrim l'maghbouna
Khabbar walfi boussayt elwamman
Yettarah galbi ou yet'hanna
Gouli li taj l'ghayb beddaflan
Liyah ma t'rdach bi l'gabna
Ila t'baddal louni lwakt rah chiyane
Ou t'fakkart jma3t hafletna
Hali bhal lli khraj l'wtane
Ya rajel wach taywasselna
Ghab n'nif ou ghabet l'kheyame
Radouna li h'kam l'mahana
b'ka l'baht m3a l'president
Ou hkam essinin dellouna
Yad elmarsem 3id li ma kan
Win l'mar ou lli gbil h'na
Yad elmaresm zedt li t'chtan
Fik ana ou rrim t'lagina
Naditek bi h'dit lafd llisan
Matgoulch b'gabna t'wajebna
men 3ahdek ma chaft'ha l'3yan
Hajrou li walfi l'hafyana

The Drawing

Oh, drawer, repeat what once was,
Bring back the sea and those before us.
Oh, drawer, I yearn for what's vanished,
For you and the one who threw the flask.
I called you with words of my tongue,
Don't say our longing is a sin.
Since your promise, I haven't seen her with my eyes,
Those who swore loyalty have migrated.
People swore and then turned their backs,
And on the crown of the unseen, they cursed us.
I won't love you, I won't say these are women,
Only if I lived in the cemetery.
And if I were wrapped in a shroud,
The end of the living is from oblivion.
My heart is tired in the oven,
From the summer of my heart, from this hardship.
If my color changes, it's because of betrayal,
And I remember our gathering.
My state is like one who left the homeland.
Oh man, what is happening to us?
He only takes those with feet and a horse.
I don't envy those sitting on a hot plate,
The saying is true, on Ramadan.
Their Lord doesn't come here,
The messenger swore and disappeared, not showing himself.
He didn't bring news to comfort us.
Do your favor, oh son of Ouarchan,
And greet the one who threw the flask.
Tell her I kissed the edge of the well,
My heart is torn and yearning.
Tell her that the crown of the unseen is adorned,
Why doesn't she return with our longing?
If my color changes, it's because of betrayal,
And I remember our gathering.
My state is like one who left the homeland.
Oh man, what is happening to us?
The night disappeared, and the tents vanished,
They returned us to the judge of hardships.
The luck cried with the president,
And the judge of years abandoned us.
Oh, drawer, repeat what once was,
Bring back the sea and those before us.
Oh, drawer, I yearn for what's vanished,
For you and the one who threw the flask.
I called you with words of my tongue,
Don't say our longing is a sin.
Since your promise, I haven't seen her with my eyes,
Those who swore loyalty have migrated.