Wallahi Mahakalemha - هشام عباس traduction en anglais

Wallahi Mahakalemha

والله محكلمها
ولا حتي هاجى والومها
ده احنا اللى بينا خلاص لا اللى انكسر يتصلح ولا العتاب هيريح اتغير الاحساس
والله محكلمها ولاحتى هاجى والومها
احنا اللى بينا خلاص لا اللى انكسر يتصلح ولا العتاب هيريح اتغير الاحساس
وخلاااص من عمايلها ولا يوم هستحملها
دى كانت حياتي روحى
انا دى كانت في حضنى جمبى هنا ويا دوب مكملناش سنة ضيعت حياتى
دى كانت حياتى روحى انا دى كانت في حضنى جمبي هنا ويادوب مكملناش سنة ضيعت حياتى
مبقتش باقي عليها انا راضى كدة اخليها كدة راحة ليا وليها
الجرح دة لا هو صغير ولا عمرها هتتغير كدابة دموع عينيها
وخلااص من عمايلها ولا يوم هستحملها
دى كانت حياتى روحى انا دى كانت فى حضنى جمبى هنا ويادوب مكملناش سنة ضيعت حيااتى
وخلاص منعمايلها ولايوم هستحملها هستحملها هستحملها
دى كانت حياتى روحى انا دى كانت في حضنى جمبى هنا ويادوب مكملناش سنة ضيعت حياتى
والله محكلمها

Wallahi Mahakalemha

By God, I won't speak to her
Nor will I even go and blame her
After all that had transpired between us, nothing broken can be fixed, nor will reproach bring relief; the feelings have changed
By God, I won't speak to her, nor will I go and blame her
After all that had transpired between us, nothing broken can be fixed, nor will reproach bring relief; the feelings have changed
And enough with her antics, I won't tolerate them for a single day
She used to be my life, my soul
She used to be in my arms, right next to me, and we had barely completed a year; she wasted my life
She used to be my life, my soul; she used to be in my arms, right next to me, and we had barely completed a year; she wasted my life
I no longer have any feelings left for her; I'm content to leave things as they are, for my own peace and hers
This wound is neither small, nor will she ever change; her tears are a lie
And enough with her antics, I won't tolerate them for a single day
She used to be my life, my soul; she used to be in my arms, right next to me, and we had barely completed a year; she wasted my life
And enough with her antics, I won't tolerate them; I will tolerate them, I will tolerate them
She used to be my life, my soul; she used to be in my arms, right next to me, and we had barely completed a year; she wasted my life
By God, I won't speak to her