Paroles et traduction Lotfi Bouchnak - Ana Habbit

Ana Habbit

انا حبّيت و اتحبّيت و داريت . و اتمنّيت حبي يعيش
و مخبّي لروحي كلام في روحي . و روحي ماتخبّيش

و كلامي شجَر عطشان للفن عطش الجناحين للريش
فينك يا عبد الحي . يا سلامه . يا شيخ سيد درويش؟

حبيت و انا حبي كلامه حكايه تكبر يوم ورا يوم
و حروفه مطر ضفايرها مرايه و ريح و شجر و نجوم

عطشان لوتر؟؟ سفر . لكن يا خساره مافيش
فينك يا عبد الحي . يا سلامه . يا شيخ سيد درويش؟

انا حبي فرح و نسيم و اغاني . و ميه و فلاحين
و كلامه ساعات و حروفه ثواني . تقول يا ليل يا عين

عطشان لطرب صادق في الحب . انا غيره ما يطربنيش
فينك يا عبد الحي . يا سلامه . يا شيخ سيد درويش؟

حبي اللي سرقته كلمه كلمه من صوت العصفور
عطشان لاغاني تخلّي الضلمه ورده ريحتها نور

لكن يا خساره اليوم اغانينا تغنّي و ما تغنّيش
فينك يا عبد الحي . يا سلامه . يا شيخ سيد درويش؟

Ana Habbit

I have loved and been in love, and I have hidden it. I have wished that my love would live
And I am hiding words in my soul within my soul. And my soul does not hide

And my words are a tree thirsty for art, as are the wings thirsty for feathers
Where are you, O Abdul Hai. O Salama? O Sheikh Sayyid Darwish?

I loved and my love is words, a story that grows day after day
And its letters are rain, its braids are a mirror, and wind and trees and stars

I am thirsty for a lute?? A journey. But what a pity there is none
Where are you, O Abdul Hai. O Salama? O Sheikh Sayyid Darwish?

My love is joy and breeze and songs. And water and farmers
And his words are hours, and his letters are seconds. You would say, "O night, O eye"

I thirst for sincere music in love. I am not thrilled by anything else
Where are you, O Abdul Hai. O Salama? O Sheikh Sayyid Darwish?

My love that I stole word by word from the bird's voice
I am thirsty for songs that make the darkness a rose, its scent light

But what a pity that today our songs sing and do not sing
Where are you, O Abdul Hai. O Salama? O Sheikh Sayyid Darwish?