Paroles et traduction Teddy Afro - Mar Eske Tuwaf ( Fiqir Eske Meqabir)

Mar Eske Tuwaf ( Fiqir Eske Meqabir)

የጸበል ዳር እንኮይ ወንዝ ያወዛት ቅጠል
ተሸፈና ዋርካ ከልሏት የዛፍ ጠል
የት ነበር ያረኩት ቀፎየን ስል ኖሬ
ንብ ተከትዬ ባይ ጎጃም ኑራ ማሬ (ጎጃም ኖራለች ለካ)
ብራናዬ አንቺ የልጅነቴ ጓዴ
ተረሳሽ ወይ የሳት ዙሪያው ተረት በአንዴ
ብራናዬ አንቺ የልጅነቴ ቀለም
እኔ እንዳንቺ ያጠናሁት ፊደል የለም
ፍቅር የበዛበት፩ ዘልቆ ከማንኩሳ
መንናለች አሉኝ ብጫ ልብስ ለብሳ
ሸዋ ከሩፋኤል ስጠብቃት ኖሬ
ንቤ ገዳም ገብታ ጎጃም ኑራ ማሬ
ሲኖዳ ዮሐንስ ያመት ወዜን ይዤ
ጋማ ሽጦ ካሳ፪ ሸኝቶኝ ከወንዜ
መጥቼ ከሸዋ ስጠብቃት ኖሬ
ለካ ገዳም ገብታ ጎጃም ኑራ ማሬ
"ሀ" ብለህ ተው ድገም ሲሉኝ ንስሀ አባቴ
"ዋ" ብየ ተማርኩኝ አይ አለመስማቴ
ቀለም ወርቄ፫ ቢሆን የቅርቤ ጓደኛ
ፍቅር ለያዘው ሰው ከልካይ የለው ዳኛ
አሁን በማ ትኬ (ተክቼ) ይህ ልቤን ልካሰው
አንዴ በሷ ፍቅር የተረታሁኝ ሰው
የት እርቄስ ላገኝ ከፍቅሯ መሸሻ፬
እሷ ሆኖ ለኔ የአለም መጨረሻ
ማር ጧፍ ሁና
ማሬ ማሬ 4x
ጎጃም ኑራ ማሬ
ማር ጧፍ ሆኖ ገባ መቅደስ
ነዶ ለሊት ጸሎት ሊያደርስ
ዲማ ጊዮርጊስ ወይ ማንኩሳ
ያቺ ወንጌል፭ ብጫ ለብሳ
ከንግዲህማ ቆብ አስጥዬ
እንዳልወስዳት አባብዬ
ሰብልዬ ናት እማሆዬ
ሰብልዬ ናት እማሆዬ
ሰብል አለም በቢጫው ቀለም
ሰብል የአዳም ገባሽ ወይ ገዳም
ወይ ገዳም ገባሽ ወይ ገዳም
ኦሆ...
የጸበል ዳር እንኮይ ወንዝ ያወዛት ቅጠል
ተሸፍና ዋርካ ከልሏት የዛፍ ጠል
የት ነበር ያረኩት ቀፎየን ስል ኖሬ
ንብ ተከትዬ ባይ ጎጃም ኑራ ማሬ
ብራናዬ አንቺ የልጅነቴ ጓዴ
ተረሳሽ ወይ የሳት ዙሪያው ተረት በአንዴ
ብራናዬ አንቺ የልጅነቴ ቀለም
እኔ እንዳንቺ ያጠናሁት ፊደል የለም
ላሳደገኝ ደብር የሥለት ልጅ ሆኜ
ካሕን እንዴት ይፍታኝ ያንቺ እስረኛ ሆኜ
በጊዜ ተደፋ የቀለሙ ቀንዴ
የኔ ፊደል ማወቅ ካንቺ አዳነኝ እንዴ
ሳዋህድ ከኖርኩት ቅኔን ከደብተሬ
ተሽሎኝ ተገኘ ባለ አንዲሩ ገብሬ፮
ለካ ሰው አይድንም በደገመው መጽሐፍ
እንደሰም አቅልጦ ፍቅር ካረገው ጧፍ
ለካ ሰው አይድንም በኦሪቱ ገድል
ወንጌል ይዞ መጥቶ ፍቅር ካረገ ድል
ማር ሲገባ ገዳም ድንጋይ ተንተርሶ
ጧፉም እንደ መናኝ እዩት ቢጫ ለብሶ
ወንጌል መነኮሱ በልጅነታቸው
ማር እስከጧፍ ሆኖ አለም ቢነዳቸው
አንቺ የፍቅር ጥጌ ውድነሽ በጣሙን፯
መምጣቴ ነው በቃ እኔ አቃተኝ አሁን
አዲስ አለም፰ ሆነ ባንቺ ስለ ወጋየሁ፱
እድሌ ሆነና ባጣሽ ተሰቃየው
ማር ጧፍ ሁኔ
ማር ጧፍ ሁና
ማሬ ማሬ 4x
ጎጃም ኑራ ማሬ
ማር ጧፍ ሆኖ ገባ መቅደስ
ነዶ ለሊት ጸሎት ሊያደርስ
ዲማ ጊዮርጊስ ወይ ማንኩሳ
ያቺ ወንጌል ብጫ ለብሳ
ከንግዲህማ ቆብ አስጥዬ
እንዳልወስዳት አባብዬ
ሰብልዬ ናት እማሆዬ
ሰብልዬ ናት እማሆዬ
ሰብል አለም በቢጫው ቀለም
ሰብል የአዳም ገባሽ ወይ ገዳም
ወይ ገዳም ገባሽ ወይ ገዳም
ኦሆ...
ዘንግ ይዛ ማር ዘንግ ይዛ

Mar Eske Tuwaf ( Fiqir Eske Meqabir)

Oh river of Tzebel dar, look at the leaves change color
And Warqa was covered with gold, dropped by the tree
Where was I when I lost my basket, when I was a small child?
I followed the goats and went to Gojam, my beloved (Gojam is where I was born)
My Brana, you were my childhood companion
Have you forgotten the seven rounds of the lore at once?
My Brana, you were my childhood pen
I can't write a letter like you
Love has grown in abundance in the forest of Mankusa
They told me she's crying, dressed in a brown dress
Sheva, protected by Rufael, is where I was born
When I entered the Nbe Gedam, my beloved Gojam was born
When Saint Yohannes was born, he brought the wind
I sold Gama, bought Kas, and escaped from the wind
I came from Sheva and protected her when I was born
When I entered the Lekka Gedam, my beloved Gojam was born
My father told me to leave it alone when I said "ha" again
I learned "wa" and I don't like it
Werqe's pen, my close friend
There is no better judge than love for the person who holds it
Now, I'll take this heart of mine and leave it here
Once, I was separated from the love of her
Where can I find the way to escape from her love?
She is the end of the world for me
Mar tuwaf huna
Mare mare 4x
Gojam nura mare
Mar tuwaf hona giba meqdes
Nedo lelit selot liyadirs
Dima Giorgis wey Mankusa
Yachi wengel bicha labsa
Kengdihma kob astiye
Endalwesdet ababye
Sebliye nat emahonye
Sebliye nat emahonye
Sebil aalem bebichaw kalem
Sebil yadam gebash wey gedam
Wey gedam gebash wey gedam
Oho...
Oh river of Tzebel dar, look at the leaves change color
And Warqa was covered with gold, dropped by the tree
Where was I when I lost my basket, when I was a small child?
I followed the goats and went to Gojam, my beloved
My Brana, you were my childhood companion
Have you forgotten the seven rounds of the lore at once?
My Brana, you were my childhood pen
I can't write a letter like you
As a child of the monastery where I grew up
How can a priest free me, as I am your prisoner?
The pen's tip was pushed by time
How can I know my letter from you?
I was separated from the book of my notebook
I was found by a farmer with a different name
Lekka, people don't read the book they wrote
When love comes like a dream, beware
Lekka, people don't read the book of the Torah
When love comes with the Gospel, it wins
When Mar enters the monastery, the stones tremble
I see the tuwaf as a sleeper, dressed in brown
The gospel monk in their childhood
Mar, as a tuwaf, the world will be upset
You, the jewel of love, are very beautiful
It's enough for me to come, I'm tired now
A new world has come because I love you
Eid has come and passed, and she suffered
Mar tuwaf hune
Mar tuwaf huna
Mare mare 4x
Gojam nura mare
Mar tuwaf hona giba meqdes
Nedo lelit selot liyadirs
Dima Giorgis wey Mankusa
Yachi wengel bicha labsa
Kengdihma kob astiye
Endalwesdet ababye
Sebliye nat emahonye
Sebliye nat emahonye
Sebil aalem bebichaw kalem
Sebil yadam gebash wey gedam
Wey gedam gebash wey gedam
Oho...
Mar holds a bell, Mar holds a bell