Текст песни и перевод на английский Abyusif - Shitan

Shitan

البيت مش بيت وفيه شيطان شايفه في المراية أهو
والمكتوب على الحيطان يحكيلك حكاياته
حتى وأنا لوحدي فيه بحس إن أنا مش موجود
ومونساني العفاريت اللي قاعدين معايا دول

الأرض بتزحف، السقف بيعلى
لفينا نقول خلاص إمتى بنعقل
دخلنا في مشهد خارجي وسعنا
ما هميناش الناس وذيعنا

عبيت شنط همومي فيها
مش بجيلكم إلا وبيها
كلام حقيقي ودي مش سيما
دي مزيكا أنا اللي كاتب وحاسس بيها

أنا اللي حاطط كل روحي فيها
ماتت عواطفي أرجوكي تنسيها
بلاش الشمس دي بتحرق إيدك

البيت مش بيت وفيه شيطان شايفه في المراية أهو
والمكتوب على الحيطان يحكيلك حكاياته
حتى وأنا لوحدي فيه بحس إن أنا مش موجود
ومونساني العفاريت اللي قاعدين معايا دول

متخبطيش الباب مكسور
كان بقاله سنين متساب مهجور
وما عرفتش ليه إلا لما عيشت فيه
إن مافيش حلول مافيش هروب

ملفات ورا ملفات مامسكش وساب وقع في الشوك
عدا وفات سنين وغاب وبقى هناك بيقول يا روح
واللي بيقلقني إن ما بقاش فيه خوف
ده لون الدم ودي ريحة الموت

البيت مش بيت وفيه شيطان شايفه في المراية أهو
والمكتوب على الحيطان يحكيلك حكاياته
حتى وأنا لوحدي فيه بحس إن أنا مش موجود
ومونساني العفاريت اللي قاعدين معايا دول

Shitan (Devil)

This house isn't a home, there's a devil, I see him in the mirror, right there.
And what's written on the walls tells its tales.
Even when I'm alone here, I feel like I don't exist.
And I'm kept company by these ghosts that are with me.

The ground is crawling, the ceiling is rising.
We look around and wonder, when will we finally come to our senses?
We entered an outer scene, it expanded us.
We didn't care about people and we faded away.

I filled bags with my worries.
I won't come to you without them.
These are real words, this isn't a movie.
This is music, I wrote it and I feel it.

I put my whole soul into it.
My feelings are dead, please forget them.
Don't touch that sun, it burns your hand.

This house isn't a home, there's a devil, I see him in the mirror, right there.
And what's written on the walls tells its tales.
Even when I'm alone here, I feel like I don't exist.
And I'm kept company by these ghosts that are with me.

Don't knock, the door is broken.
It's been abandoned for years.
And I didn't understand why until I lived in it.
That there are no solutions, no escape.

Files after files, he didn't hold on and fell into the thorns.
Years passed, he disappeared, and now he's there saying "Oh soul".
And what worries me is that there's no fear left.
This is the color of blood and this is the smell of death.

This house isn't a home, there's a devil, I see him in the mirror, right there.
And what's written on the walls tells its tales.
Even when I'm alone here, I feel like I don't exist.
And I'm kept company by these ghosts that are with me.