Paroles et traduction sherine - مش قد الهوى

مش قد الهوى

قاللي
انتي مش اد الهوي
سيبي الهوي لناسه
ايه دخلك فاحساسه
البعد فيكي حلال
وانا من ساعتها بعدت

قاللي
م الكلام اللي بيوجع
ياما بزياده
وانا سيبته يتمادي
اصل السكوت في الحاله ديا
هو ابلغ رد

عايزني احبه وامشي في سكه
مغمضه وياه
واصبح الاقي نفسي ضحيه
جديده من ضحاياه
واخدلي سنين دموع وعذاب
وندم وانا بنساه

انسااااة
عايزني اسيبله قلبي دا اللي ماحلتيش غيره
واسلم ليه
واسيب نفسي
وانا واثقه في ضميره
ضميره ماااات
واللي يموت مبترجعلوش حياه

عارفه
انه مجروح جرح مش قادر في يوم ينساه
والجرح دا خلاه
يشوف في كل واحده من حبه القديم صوره

خايفه
اديله قلبي واكون له حضن امان
فيكسرني
ومين هينصرني
ساعتها لو خاني ياناس
مانا برضو معذورة

عايزني احبه وامشي في سكه
مغمضه وياه
واصبح الاقي نفسي ضحيه
جديده من ضحاياه
واخدلي سنين دموع وعذاب
وندم وانا بنساه

انسااااه
عايزني اسيبله قلبي دا اللي ماحلتيش غيره

اااه

واسلم ليه
واسيب نفسي
وانا واثقه في ضميره
ضميره ماااات
واللي يموت مبترجعلوش حياه

Not Up to Love

He said to me,
You are not up to love
Leave love to those who understand it
What business do you have with emotions
Distance from you is permissible
And I distanced myself from that moment

He said to me,
Enough of the words that hurt
They only increase
And I let him carry on
Because silence in such a situation
Is the most eloquent response

He wants me to love him and walk a path
Blindly with him
And I end up finding myself a victim
Another of his victims
Taking from me years of tears and torment
And regret as I try to forget him

Forgetfulness...
He wants me to give him this heart that has only loved him
And surrender to him
And abandon myself
While I trust in his conscience
His conscience is dead
And there is no life for the dead

I know
That he is wounded by a wound that he cannot forget
And this wound has caused him
To see a picture of his old love in every woman

I am afraid
To give him my heart and be a safe haven for him,
In case he breaks me
And who will defend me
If he betrays me, people
I will still be excused

He wants me to love him and walk a path
Blindly with him
And I end up finding myself a victim
Another of his victims
Taking from me years of tears and torment
And regret as I try to forget him

Forgetfulness...
He wants me to give him this heart that has only loved him

Oh...

And surrender to him
And abandon myself
While I trust in his conscience
His conscience is dead
And there is no life for the dead