Paroles et traduction Ziad Rahbani - Shou Hal Ayyam (2008 Remaster)

Shou Hal Ayyam (2008 Remaster)

شو هالأيام اللي وصلنالا
قال إنو غني عم يعطي فقير
كنو المصاري قشطت لحالا
ع هيدا نتفه و هيدا كتير
حلوه دي
حلوه دي
تعجن ف الفجريه
شو هالأيام اللي وصلنالا
قال إنو غني عم يعطي فقير قال
كنوا المصاري قشطت لحالا
ع هيدا نتفه و هيدا كتير
حلوه دي
حلوه دي
تعجن في الفجريه
بيقولوا لك من عرق جبينه
طلع مصاري هالإنسان
طيب كيف هيدا و كيف ملاينه
و ما مره شايفينه عرقان
مش صحيح
مش صحيح
مش صحيح الهوى غلاب
شو هالأيام اللي وصلنالا
قال إنو غني عم يعطي فقير قال
كنوا المصاري قشطت لحالا
ع هيدا نتفه و هيدا كتير
حلوه دي
حلوه دي
تعجن في الفجريه
الغني من تلقاء نفسه
حابب يوزع ورق المال
مانو بخيل إبداً على عكسو
ذكركم يا ولاد الحلال
ليل يا لال
ليل يا لال
ليل يا لال ليلي و حول
كل واحد منا عندو ستيلو
ما بيمنع إنو يصير تنسيق
جيب لي لأمضيلك قلم ستيلو
كل الشعوب بكرا هتفيق
يا يا سلام
يا سلام
يا سلام سلم
شو هالإيام اللي وصلنالا
قال إنو غني عم يعطي فقير
كنوا المصاري قشطت لحالا
ع هيدا نتفه و هيدا كتير
حلوه دي
حلوه دي
حلوه دي تعجن في الفجريه
كل المصاري اللي مضبوبه
اللي ما بتنعد و ما بتنقاس
أصلاً م جياب الناس مسحوبه
و لازم ترجع لجياب الناس
هي دي
هي دي
هي دي هي الأصليه
هي دي
هي دي
هي دي هي الأصليه
هي دي
هي دي
هي دي هي الأصليه

What These Days Have Brought Us (2008 Remaster)

Oh, baby, what these days have brought us
He said the rich man gives to the poor
The money runs away, it's true
On this one, you get a little, and that one, a lot
It's sweet, baby
It's sweet, baby
It bakes at dawn
Oh, baby, what these days have brought us
He said the rich man gives to the poor
The money runs away, it's true
On this one, you get a little, and that one, a lot
It's sweet, baby
It's sweet, baby
It bakes at dawn
Baby, they tell you, from the sweat of his brow
This man gets his money
Well, how come this one has millions
And you never see him sweat
That's not right
That's not right
That's not right, love, passion conquers all
Oh, baby, what these days have brought us
He said the rich man gives to the poor
The money runs away, it's true
On this one, you get a little, and that one, a lot
It's sweet, baby
It's sweet, baby
It bakes at dawn
The rich man of his own free will
Wants to hand out money
He's not stingy at all, on the contrary
I'm telling you, honeybun
Night, my love
Night, my love
Night, my love, my night and my way around
Everyone has their own style
It doesn't mean we can't coordinate
Bring me a pen so I can sign your style
Soon, all the people will wake up
Oh, baby
Oh, baby
Oh, baby, give me your hand
Oh, baby, what these days have brought us
He said the rich man gives to the poor
The money runs away, it's true
On this one, you get a little, and that one, a lot
It's sweet, baby
It's sweet, baby
It's sweet, baby, it bakes at dawn
All the money that's hoarded
That can't be counted or measured
Wasn't earned by people, originally
And it should go back to the people
That's it
That's it
That's it, that's the real thing
That's it
That's it
That's it, that's the real thing
That's it
That's it
That's it, that's the real thing