Paroles et traduction Ziad Rahbani - Shou Hal Ayyam - 2008 Remastered

Shou Hal Ayyam - 2008 Remastered

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

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

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

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

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
هي دي هي هي دي هي الاصليه
هي دي هي هي دي هي الاصليه

Shou Hal Ayyam - 2008 Remastered

Look at the times we've reached, he said that a rich man gives to the poor
Like the money grew on trees, just for him to pick and choose
Oh, it's sweet, it's sweet, she kneads the dough in the early morning
Look at the times we've reached, he said that a rich man gives to the poor
Like the money grew on trees, just for him to pick and choose
Oh, it's sweet, it's sweet, she kneads the dough in the early morning

They tell you that he earned his money with the sweat of his brow
How did he do that? How did he make millions without breaking a sweat?
That's not true, that's not true, it's just hot air

Look at the times we've reached, he said that a rich man gives to the poor
Like the money grew on trees, just for him to pick and choose
Oh, it's sweet, it's sweet, she kneads the dough in the early morning

The rich man, out of his own free will, loves to distribute paper money
He's not stingy at all, on the contrary, remember that, my good friends
Night after night, night after night, over and over

Each of us has our own style
That doesn't mean we can't work together
Give me a pen to sign for you
All the people will awaken tomorrow
My, oh my, my, oh my, say hello

Look at the times we've reached, he said that a rich man gives to the poor
Like the money grew on trees, just for him to pick and choose
Oh, it's sweet, it's sweet, she kneads the dough in the early morning

All that tidy money
That can't be counted or measured
Originally came from the pockets of the people
And must return to the pockets of the people
That's the real thing, that's the real thing
That's the real thing, that's the real thing
That's the real thing, that's the real thing