Paroles et traduction en anglais Nina Abdelmalak - Aam Dawer Aa Hali

Aam Dawer Aa Hali

عم دور على حالى اسال انا مین
وبعد اللیالى بقلبى حنین
بلكى انا قصة ما عادت تنقال
او حتى شى ذكرة ماعم بتخطر على بال
ماعندى لاماضى افكارى مفترقین
عم ادور على حالى اسال انا مین

خلف البحر فى قصة كتبتها الریح العتیقة
بصفحتها المنسیة غصة بقلب الجرح غریقة
قصة هیة حبت هو مرء العمر معهن سهوة
هیة الغربة بیتها صار هو بعدو ع باب الدار
ناطر بلكى یرجع یوم وینهو سوا المشوار
عم دور على حالى اسال انا مین

تحت الشتي فى وردة على احفاف الرصیف
ناطرت حتى یمضى ویتركها الخریف
بلكى بتنسى ها الفرقة وترجع لقلبى الدقة
تكبر بلیلى الحزین بتلاقى بترجع حنین
بتصیر حكایة الناس بترجع بالماضى سنین
عم دور على حالى اسال انا مین

عم دور على حالى اسال انا مین
وبعد اللیالى بقلبى حنی
بلكى انا قصة ما عادت تنقال
او حتى شى ذكرة ماعم تخطر على بال
ماعندى لاماضى افكارى مفترقین
عم ادور على حالى اسال انا مین

Aam Dawer Aa Hali

I am looking for myself, asking who am I?
And after the nights, there is longing in my heart.
Perhaps I am a story that is no longer told,
Or even a memory that never crosses your mind.
I have no past, my thoughts are scattered.
I am looking for myself, asking who am I?

Behind the sea, there is a story written by the ancient wind.
On its forgotten page, there is a sorrow, a drowning wound in the heart.
Her story is love, he is the man of her life with whom she made a mistake.
Her home is exile, he is still at the door of her house.
Waiting for him to return one day and finish the journey together.
I am looking for myself, asking who am I?

Under the winter rain, there is a flower on the sidewalk.
Waiting for him to pass by and leave her in the autumn.
Perhaps she will forget this separation and return to my beating heart.
She will grow old in her lonely nights, and she will find that longing returns.
She will become a story for people, a tale that goes back years.
I am looking for myself, asking who am I?

I am looking for myself, asking who am I?
And after the nights, there is longing in my heart.
Perhaps I am a story that is no longer told,
Or even a memory that never crosses your mind.
I have no past, my thoughts are scattered.
I am looking for myself, asking who am I?