Paroles et traduction Ziad Rahbani - Ana Moush Kafer

Ana Moush Kafer

شو هالأيام

شو هالأيام اللي وصلنالها قال إنه غني عم يعطي فقير
كأنه المصاري قشطت لحالها عاهيدا نتفه وهيدا كثير
حلوة دي ... حلوة دي ... تعجن في الفجريه

بيقولوا لك من عرق جبينه طلّع مصاري هالإنسان
طيّب كيف هايدا وكيف ملايينه وما مرّه شايفينه عرقان
مش صحيح... مش صحيح... الهوا غلاّب

الغني من تلقاء نفــسه حابب يوزّع ورق المال
ما انّه بخيل أبدا على عكسه تذكركن يا ولاد الحلال
ليل يا لال ... ليل يا لال... وحوّل

كل واحد منّا عنده ستيلو
ما بمينع إنّه يصير تنسيق
جيب لي لامضي لك قلم ستيلو
كل الشعوب بكره حَ تفيق
يا سلام ... يا سلام... سلّم

كل المصاري اللّي مضبوبة
اللّي ما بتنعد وما بتنقاس
اصلها من جياب الناس مسحوبة
ولازم ترجع عً جياب الناس
هي دي هيّ ... هي دي هيّ... الأصليّه

I'm Not a Peasant

My darling, what a time

My darling, what a time we've come to when the rich give to the poor
As if their money magically multiplied, darling, a lot of it
She's a beauty... She's a beauty... She kneads at dawn

They tell you he earned his money with the sweat of his brow, this man
Well how did he do it, how did he make his millions, I've never seen him sweat
It's not true... It's not true... The wind's too strong

The rich man of his own free will, darling, gives away paper money
He's not stingy at all, on the contrary, remember my dear
Night, oh night... Night, oh night... And turn

Each of us has his own style
It doesn't prevent us from coordinating
Bring me a pen to sign for you
Soon all the people will wake up
Oh wow... Oh wow... Hand over

All the money that's been counted
That isn't counted or measured
Originally came from people's pockets
And it must go back to people's pockets
This is it... This is it... The real thing