Paroles et traduction Rida - Asâab Ayam Haiaty

Asâab Ayam Haiaty

أصعب أيام حياتي هي الفترة اللي فاتت
موجوع و النار فى قلبى
و انا بتقطع و ساكت
الدنيا ضاقت بيا و اتقفلت فى عينيا
و الصبر بيشكى منى وانا فاكره بيشكى ليا
حاجة واحدة بينتلى
مين عدوى و مين حبيبى
واما الأيام خانتنى
كله باعنى عرفت عيبى
وانا عيبى طيبة قلبى
و الجراح كانت نصيبى
معقولة اصدق انى
انجرحت بإيد حبيبى
حاجة واحدة بينتلى
مين عدوى و مين حبيبى
واما الأيام خانتنى
كله باعنى عرفت عيبى
وانا عيبى طيبة قلبى
و الجراح كانت نصيبى
معقولة اصدق انى
انجرحت بإيد حبيبى
مين يتحمل عذابى عايش من غير حبايب
وفضلت كتير ادوّر و لقيت الحب غايب
ليه الناس بيموت ضميرها و الدنيا اتقل خيرها
ليه كلمة "يلا نفسى" مش باسمع حاجة غيرها
حاجة واحدة بينتلى
مين عدوى و مين حبيبى
واما الأيام خانتنى
وكله باعنى عرفت عيبى
وانا عيبى طيبة قلبى
و الجراح كانت نصيبى
معقولة اصدق انى انجرحت بإيد حبيبى

The Hardest Days of My Life

The hardest days of my life were the period that has passed
Hurting and my heart is on fire
And I keep quiet while it bleeds
The world felt narrow and closed in on me
And patience complained about me and I thought it was complaining for me
One thing has been shown to me
Who is my enemy and who is my beloved
And when the days betrayed me
Everyone betrayed me, I found out my flaw
And my flaw is the goodness of my heart
And wounds were my lot
Could it be that I believe that
I was hurt by the hand of my beloved
One thing has been shown to me
Who is my enemy and who is my beloved
And when the days betrayed me
Everyone betrayed me, I found out my flaw
And my flaw is the goodness of my heart
And wounds were my lot
Could it be that I believe that
I was hurt by the hand of my beloved
Who could bear with my torment? I live without loved ones
And I kept searching and I found that love is absent
Why do people's consciences die and the world becomes less kind
Why don't I hear any other words than "come on, I want you"
One thing has been shown to me
Who is my enemy and who is my beloved
And when the days betrayed me
And everyone betrayed me, I found out my flaw
And my flaw is the goodness of my heart
And wounds were my lot
Could it be that I believe that I was hurt by the hand of my beloved