Paroles et traduction Cheb Bilal - El Kilo

El Kilo

Ya ana sta39elt we nta hasabni khayef
Ya rod dinek we li rahom yissalou
3ayech bi el hef ma tas3ach stylo
Ntaya hyatek 3amya charika ttafya
Ya triye7 ya ghadi tandem
Li 3arfek nta yi3arfa ghir el hem
Ya el mfarket ma fik ma yitlayem
Mokhek chomage mato lek el fhayem
N3ale chittan we berka we ma tardakh
Niveau nchaf we ma 9ari ma chbab
La3abha faye9 we nta ghi hallab
L3ab b3id wald mma manach tay7in men sma
La3abha serieux we nta ghi conard
Nta el hachma khallitha fi dar
Nta wa3er nta galbek noir
Ya el mdarre7 ya el sfar ya el baguar
Aya we men ba3d ana ma na3rafchi
Nta malek tasraf 3liya
A ttokar tkhalless li el karya
Nta zero zero ta7ssed fi syadek
Ya sammi khadamtek khallatt
Ya el mbahdel chri el 3omrek sobbatt
Ya el kilo trakeb el ghodda
Ya la gregréne a wjah el khorda
Ntaya chkoun min hnaya walou
Olla tahdar fi ro7ek tachkor
Za3ma wa3er 3lah nta mbakhar
Ya rou7 dabbar khedma khelli ness takhdem
Ya el man7ous ya li rak mzzayar
Ya el man9ous ya da3wet cherr
Ya el kaddab 3a9liyet zlafa
Ya el m3affen wjah jfafa (Hachakom)
Ya rou7 dabber khadma khelli nesss takhdem

The Pound

My lady, I'm tripping and you think I'm scared
By the name of your God and the people asking about you
Living with the "heft," don't forget your pen
Your life is short, your candle is going out
You're crying, you're leaving, you're yearning
Anyone who knows you knows only about your sorrows
My lady, who is absent, there's nothing you can do
Your brain's unemployed, you've got nothing to say
I'm sitting at ease, comfortable, and not moving
Let's see the level, and how my youth isn't wasted
Playing and chilling, and you're just a loser
Stop playing around, child, I'm not going to listen to your nonsense
Playing seriously, and you're just a loser
You left the weed at home
You're just talk, your heart is dark
You're a rolling stone, a vagabond, a bagger
Whatever, I don't know you anymore
You own, you spend on me
You work to finish the job for me
You're zero, zero, stick to your lane
Listen, your service was terrible
You're so messed up, buy your life a broom
You pound, riding the horse
You're the one with gangrene, you shorty
Who are you from? Who are you to me?
Or are you running around, getting yourself hurt?
You think you're a hero, why are you proud?
You fool, get a job, let people do the work
You're unlucky, you're so annoying
You're unlucky, you're just trouble
You're a liar, your life is cheap
You're forgiven, your face is ugly (Hachakom)
You fool, get a job, let others do the work