Paroles et traduction Nessyou - Sertraline

Sertraline

B Rebbi ta tghowwet nari kon 3refti chno kayjrali
Ana miyyet 7ay, la ys7abtlek 7yati 7eddha ghir testifet la rime
3ayech bla rythme, tangoul ya rite
Tanfre3 fel ma3da mdosé ras b'Sertraline
Foutni w sir khra lhih
Mrid w 3endi talil, sghir lhbal dani
Wakha ne3ya nfesser lik ma ghat3refch 7ta line
(Ma ghat3refch 7ta line)
Angoulha 3awtani, 1-11-87 tfou 3la had tarikh
Men nhar 7ellit 3ini wana f tarif mora tarif
B7al ila fe9t men coma w fe9t ma3arefch chno tari
(Ma3arefch chno tari)
F'tri9i ghir l7fari, mferech'ha chouk wana fiha bel 7fa nit
Tankali bel fanid
F 3alam farid, tantmenna ghir nmout nemchi ghir b7ali
Dert fiha malik, fach kont ne9ta del mani
Koun ys7abli hakka, ntwokher nkoun tali
Ga3 mandkhel lwalda, w neb9a f bali hani
Daba hana, 3aych lhalak ga3 l2alam
F blad lmalal, tandell nsebb l3alem (wii3)
Ki bghitni n7ess be laman
Nzid lamam, wana f 7ebs f m3a nas mf9oud fiha l2amal
West hamaj, 9ouman ki Haman
Damirha mat, tatsayn lwejba 3el 9ers ki chi cameraman
Hnaya iblis west [?] li ja dowwez chi yamat
Bla matgolya malk, ghi 3en9i ki Madi7 bel 3assab chi chwya mal
Hnaya tension machi 7it dowla malha mal, 7it 7alna ma hammhach
Hada 3lach, me3dour ga3 li hna, kaynessi lhem bel hach
Kaybi3 l7em bel cash
Ddem towwach, fchi guichyat ssem kaykhdem 3attach
What a l3ettay, wlado ga3 tsettaw
Mermiyen f Berrchid ri7thom 3atya men Settat
Ma 3la baloch bihom, darbha f 16
Che3b Allah lmokhtar, mcherchem mokho mchettet kif lbida f tasse
Bach t3ich m3ah khassk tkoun ngita chettar
A 7afid a Settar, hna fine l3ilm kaymout gdam tkherbi9 l3ettar
Hna fine ja logique, gal wik wik w tar
Hna fine bnadem 7elmo ydir 7dida w dar
Had lblad kssida d car, wala fiha 7mad fach dazlih smida lfar

Malk a denya, ghada hakda katjri
Wach ana li slow mo wella nti li ghada deddi
3yit manderre3 3titek ga3 li f jehdi
3icht l7elma fe9t l9it rassi we7di
Imta hadchi yfout, ghadi bo7di kanmout
West zna9i w droub, tal mout

Sertraline

Baby, I’m asking you, who knows what’s going on with you?
I’m alive, but no one cares about my life, only for rhymes.
Living without rhythm, you’d think I’m a freak, right?
My stomach’s twisting and turning, my head’s messed up, Sertraline’s all I got.
Leave me alone and get out of here.
I’m sick, I’ve got a problem, I’m a fool.
Even if I try to explain, you’ll never understand a single word.
(You’ll never understand a single word.)
I’ll say it again, 11/87, forget about this date.
Since I opened my eyes, I’ve been lost in a loop, in a world of my own.
It’s like I woke up from a coma and don’t know what’s going on anymore.
(I don’t know what’s going on anymore.)
My path is filled with thorns, I’m walking through them with a heavy heart.
I’m slowly fading away.
In this strange world, I just want to die, I just want to leave.
I put all my faith in you, when I was still young.
If only you could see things from my perspective, I’d have everything.
If only you could understand me, I’d have everything.
Now I’m here, living in this hell.
In a country of fools, I’m starting to hate the world.
If you want me to feel something.
If you want me to feel something, I’m trapped with people who care about nothing but work.
They’re wicked, they’re acting like Haman.
Their conscience is dead, they’re chasing after power like cameramen.
Here, the devil is everywhere, waiting for someone to die.
Don’t tell me anything, I’m stressed out like Madi7, a little bit of money would help.
There’s tension here not because the state is broke, but because our lives don’t matter.
That’s why everyone here is desperate, they’re trying to cope with the suffering.
They’re selling meat for cash.
The blood is boiling, in some offices they’re working for attachments.
What a tragedy, all their kids are waiting.
Left behind in Berrchid, they’re getting their wind from Settat.
No one cares about them, they were born in 1916.
People of Allah the chosen, their brains are scattered like white in a cup.
To live with them, you need to be a clever fox.
Oh guardian, oh savior, this is where knowledge dies, in front of the smell of perfume.
This is where logic goes, wik wik and it’s gone.
This is where a person’s dream is to build a house and a wall.
This country is a car crash, and there’s no hope for anyone who puts fertilizer on rats.

What a world, it’s always running like this.
Am I slow or are you always in a rush?
I’m tired of struggling, I’ve given you everything I’ve got.
I lived the dream, only to find myself alone.
When will this end, I’m going to die alone.
In this chaos and these streets, until death.