Qurban - AL SHAMI перевод на английский

Qurban

ضرب الورق ما وجع انا مين يطفي ناري؟
طوبي بعهرها تكسر انا مين يبني داري؟!
لك فيني ويل وياما غنيت بأذى
لك قولي وين وين الجبر بل بشر

شو بتسمعي من بعدي بعدك ما في عبئ بحروفك
شو العطر يلي عندك بعدو بينزل من كفوفي؟
شو بتسمعي من بعدي بعدك ما في عبئ بحروفك
شو العطر يلي عندك بعدو بينزل من كفوفي؟

هي هيج ؟ بعدي الزلم ما تكون زلام!
هي هيج ؟ بحكي بألم بس حمل جبال
هي هيج؟
تبدلي الحر بطير الأندال!
هي هيج عاش حلمي يلي شتراه بل مال

قربان

مشينا عل جمر وايدينا تحكي عل راح
وهموم الارض يلي فينا كلها بل راس
شو بدنا نشيل يا يامو ؟ منحكي بل اخ!
مشينا عل جمر وايدينا تحكي عل راح

لك اااا يبعد البيهن ابجيلك
قلي ع كبر ليلك
شبعد تجينا ترد لو مريت انا اصليلك

عن جرح روحي يار وحي ما حكيتلك؟
نعمت عيني يا عيني شو بكيتلك

مطرت عيني كتر الدق ياغيم
تنعمى عيوني وتروحي بعدم ياعين

لو مالي ابن الغالي لأحرقو ب ليل
بس يحكو ب أصولي وعمامي وما يطولنا عيب

قربان

Sacrifice

The paper hit me, it didn't hurt. Who will extinguish my fire?
I'm breaking down your walls, who will build my home?
You have pain in me, and I've sung of your hurt so many times.
Tell me, where is the justice? Where is the human being?

What are you hearing after me? You still have no weight in your words.
What scent is with you? It still flows from my hands.
What are you hearing after me? You still have no weight in your words.
What scent is with you? It still flows from my hands.

Is it like this? The men after me are not men!
Is it like this? I speak with pain, but I carry mountains.
Is it like this?
You trade freedom for the birds of Andalusia!
Is it like this? My dream lived, which I bought with money.

Sacrifice

We walked on embers, and our hands speak of departure.
The concerns of the earth that are within us, all in our heads.
What should we carry, my mother? We speak with our brother.
We walked on embers, and our hands speak of departure.

You… take the far ones, I will pray for you.
Tell me about the greatness of your night.
After, come to me, return, if I pass, I will pray for you.

About the wound of my soul, my dear, haven't I told you?
My eyes have been blessed, my eyes, how much I've cried for you.

My eyes rained more than the clouds, my dear.
Your eyes are blessed, and you leave without me, my eyes.

If I had the son of the precious one, I would burn him at night.
But they speak of my lineage and my uncles, and it is not appropriate for us to dwell on it.

Sacrifice