Текст и перевод песни 3enba - Harb Al Koroud

Harb Al Koroud

من صغرى والقلب مشدود
سلاحى فى جيوبى والطلق موجود
اسد ودخل فى حرب القرود الزم حدودك هطرقع بارود
مش انا الى باخد أوامر
من صغرى بشاكس بغامر
مش شايفك مش بعرف اجامل
شاغلك مش ذمبى انى فاجر
مش لايق عليك الصايع
فوق يا زميلى انت ضايع
وقعت مع فتوات
اكيد عارفنا اعمل نفسك مش سامع
خنقتونا انتو تعبتونا جبتولنا الكافيه مرضتونا
جبتلكم ليفه انا وصابونه تغسلو قلبوكم
عاوزين ترمونا وتنسونا
وفى اول مشوار تبيعونا
فاكرين هنسيبكم تخوننا
لا لا بعدكو
الحوت لما بيموت البحر بيرميه ع الشط
اخرك تعيشها كتكوت وعليك هستعبط
سايبك تاكل عيش ع الضعيف مبجيش
عشان ربنا قال يا عبدى متفتريش
وانا مش مفترى ولا فنجرى هقول كلام وخلاص
انا افعالى تسبق صوتك اسرع من الرصاص
طرد لأى منافق
هفضل شاغل حارق
عمرها ما اعيشها عويل
ليه يا عويل تضايق
فى نار وطلق كتير
لأى حقودى بيغير
غلابه والله غلابه
هتسمعونى كتير
مش لايق عليك الصايع
فوق يا زميلى انت ضايع
وقعت مع فتوات
اكيد عارفنا اعمل نفسك مش سامع

Monkey War

I've been tough since I was little
My weapon is loaded
I'm a lion fighting in a war of monkeys, stay back or I'll shoot
I don't take orders
I've always been a risk-taker
I don't see you, I don't know how to flatter
It's not my fault if I'm a sinner
You're not fit for a pimp
Get up, my friend, you're lost
You're hanging out with thugs
You know who we are, don't pretend
You've choked us, you've tired us out, you've given us coffee, you've made us sick
I've brought you soap to wash your heart
You want to dump us and forget about us
And sell us out at the first opportunity
Do you think we'll let you betray us?
No, no, not yet
When a fish dies, the sea throws it onto the shore
You'll end up as a chick, and I'll make fun of you
I'll let you eat off the weak, it's not enough
Because God said, "My servant, don't be proud"
And I'm not proud, I'm not going crazy, I'm just going to talk and that's it
My actions speak louder than your voice, faster than a bullet
Expulsion for any hypocrite
I'll keep you busy, I'll burn you
I'll never live it in mourning
Why are you mourning so plaintively?
In fire and many bullets
To any envious one who changes
It's hard, by God, it's hard
You'll hear a lot from me
You're not fit for a pimp
Get up, my friend, you're lost
You're hanging out with thugs
You know who we are, don't pretend