Paroles et traduction Memphis Minnie - New Orleans Stop Time

New Orleans Stop Time

من كل جهات المدن الخرسا
ألوف شبان
زاحفين بينادوا بموت الفجر
استنوا الفجر ورا فجر
ان القتل يكف
طب ان القبضه تخف
ولذلك خرجوا يطالبوا
بالقبض على القبضه
وتقديم الكف
الدم

قلب الميدان وعدل
وكأنه دن نحاس مصهور
انا عندى فكرة عن المدن
اللى يكرهها النور
والقبر اللى بات مش مسرور
عندى فكرة عن العار
وميلاد النار
والسجن في قلبى مش على رسمه سور
قلت له لأ يا بيه
انا اسف
بلدى بربيع وصباح
لسه في قلبى هديل الينابيع
لسه في صوتى صهيل المصباح
لسه العالم حي رايح جي
بيفرق بين الدكنه وبين الضى
بلدى مهما تتضيع مش حتضيع
ما ضايع الا ميدان

احنا الشعب
بتوع الأجمل والطريق الصعب
احنا الشعب
بتوع الضرب ببوز الجزمه وسن الكعب
احنا الشعب
بتوع الأجمل والطريق الصعب
احنا الشعب
بتوع الضرب ببوز الجزمه وسن الكعب

ولا باعرف ابكى صحابى غير في الليل
انا اللى واخد ع القمر
ومكلمه اطنان من الشهور
واللى قتلنى ما ظهر له دليل
وفى ليله التشييع
كان القمر غافل مجاش
والنجم كان حافل
لا بطل الرقصه ولا الارتعاش
واما بلغنى الخبر
اتزحم الباب
اتخاطفونى الأحباب
ده يغسل. ده يكفن. ده يعجن كف تراب
وانا كنت موصى لا تحملنى الا كتوف اخوان
اكلوا على خوان
وما بينهمش خيانه ولا خوان
والا نعشى ما ينفدش من الباب
ما أجمل نومه على كتوف اصحابك
تعرف صادقك من كدابك
تبحث عن صاحب انبل وش
في زمن الغش

احنا الشعب
بتوع الأجمل والطريق الصعب
احنا الشعب
بتوع الضرب ببوز الجزمه وسن الكعب
احنا الشعب
بتوع الأجمل والطريق الصعب
احنا الشعب
بتوع الضرب ببوز الجزمه وسن الكعب

بصيت وحاسب نفسى بين خلانى
تعالوا شوفوا الدنيا من مكانى x2
حاشتنا اغراض الحياة عن النظر
بالرغم من نبل الالم والانتظار
اتعلمنا حاجات اقلها الحذر

أنتوا التوقيف واحنا السير
أنتم لصوص القوت
واحنا بنبنى بيوت
احنا الصوت ساعه ما تحبوا الدنيا سكوت
ايوه الصوت ساعه ما تحبوا الدنيا سكوت
احنا شعبين شعبين شعبين
شوف الأول فين؟
والتانى فين؟
وآدى الخط ما بين الاتنين بيفوت
أنتم بعتم الارض بفاسها بناسها
في ميدان الدنيا سكتوا البسمة
باتت وش وضهر
بطن وصدر
والريحه سبقت طلعت انفاسها

احنا الشعب
بتوع الأجمل والطريق الصعب
احنا الشعب
بتوع الضرب ببوز الجزمه وسن الكعب

New Orleans Stop Time

From all the other cities sealed as corpses
Thousands of young boys
Crawling calling for the death of the dawn
Waiting for the dawn after dawn
So that the killing would cease
So that the fist would soften
That's why they went out demanding
To seize the fist
And offer the palm
Of blood

The heart of the square is justice
Like a crucible of molten brass
I have an idea about the cities
That hate the light
And the grave that has not been happy at night
I have an idea about shame
And the birth of fire
And the prison in my heart is not a wall
I told him no Sir
I'm sorry
My country is spring and morning
There is still the cooing of springs in my heart
There is still the neighing of the lamp in my voice
The world is still alive going and coming
Distinguishing between darkness and light
My country, no matter how lost, will not be lost
Nothing is lost but a square

We are the people
Of the most beautiful and the difficult path
We are the people
Of those who beat with the toe of a boot and the heel of a shoe
We are the people
Of the most beautiful and the difficult path
We are the people
Of those who beat with the toe of a boot and the heel of a shoe

And I do not know how to cry for you, my friend, except at night
I am the one who took the moon
And spoke to it for months
And that which killed me showed no sign
And on the night of the funeral
The moon was inattentive and did not come
And the star was full
Neither the dance nor the trembling stopped
And when I was informed of the news
The door was crowded
My loved ones were snatching me
This one would wash me. This one would shroud me. This one would knead a handful of dust
And I had asked not to carry me except on the shoulders of my brothers
Who ate together
And among whom there was no treachery or betrayal
Otherwise, my coffin would not leave the door
How beautiful is sleep on the shoulders of your friends
You know your truthful from your deceitful
You look for a friend with a noble face
In a time of deception

We are the people
Of the most beautiful and the difficult path
We are the people
Of those who beat with the toe of a boot and the heel of a shoe
We are the people
Of the most beautiful and the difficult path
We are the people
Of those who beat with the toe of a boot and the heel of a shoe

I looked and counted myself among my friends
Come and see the world from my place x2
Our life goals have deprived us of vision
Despite the nobility of pain and waiting
We have learned things, the least of which is caution

You are the arrest and we are the march
You are the thieves of food
And we build houses
We are the voice when you want the world to be quiet
Yes, the voice when you want the world to be quiet
We are two peoples, two peoples, two peoples
Where is the first one?
And where is the second one?
And behold, the line between the two extends
You sold the land with its ax and its people
In the square of the world, they have silenced the smile
It has become face and back
Belly and chest
And the smell preceded the rising of its breath

We are the people
Of the most beautiful and the difficult path
We are the people
Of those who beat with the toe of a boot and the heel of a shoe