Ayyam We Ben'eshha - Amr Diab перевод на английский

Ayyam We Ben'eshha

Ayam We ben3eshha
Han3amel eh ya alby f nas
Mahomash nas mafeesh e7sas
W mosh by7so b gro7na
Deih domo3na han7oshha
3ashan mosh sa7 neb2a do3af
Neban sa3at el fora2 ben5af
Yareet ne3'seb 3ala ro7na
W 3ala eh
Deih 7ekaya 5elset min badry
Walahy 5elst mein badry
W el 3'adr 7aseet beeh
W 3ala eh
3ala eh hanebky 3ala el mady
Ayam w 3adet 3ala el fady
Feh eh hanebky 3aleeh?
Mosh fara2a netkalem
N3eed w nzeed f eh 3ala eh?
Ma3adsh yefeed bokana 3aleeh
5alas el gar7 aho m3alem
W yaretna net2alem wala ne2asy
Wada3 be wada3
Ma7adesh sab 7abibo w da3
W adena 5alas benet3alm
We 3ala eh
Deih 7ekaya 5lest mein badry
Walahy 5elst mein badry
W el 3'adr 7aseet beeh3ala eh
W 3ala eh
3ala eh hanebky 3ala el mady
Ayam w 3adet 3ala el fady
Feh eh hanebky 3aleeh?
W 3ala eh
Deih 7ekaya 5elset min badry
Walahy 5elst mein badry
W el 3'adr 7aseet beeh
W 3ala eh
3ala eh hanebky 3ala el mady
Ayam w 3adet 3ala el fady
Feh eh hanebky 3aleeh?

Days We Lived

Days we lived through
What can we do, my heart, with people like these
People with no feelings
And they don't feel our pain
We will hide these tears
Because it's not right for us to be weak
We are afraid during times of separation
I wish we could count on ourselves
But for what?
This story ended early
I swear it ended early
And I felt the injustice
But for what?
Why should we cry over the past?
Days passed in vain
What is there to cry about?
It's not our separation that we talk about
Repeat and add, for what?
It doesn't benefit us anymore
The wound is healed, it's clear
I wish we could learn and not decrease
Goodbye, goodbye
No one left their love and said goodbye
And here we are, finally learning
But for what?
This story ended early
I swear it ended early
And I felt the injustice, for what?
For what?
Why should we cry over the past?
Days passed in vain
What is there to cry about?
For what?
This story ended early
I swear it ended early
And I felt the injustice
For what?
Why should we cry over the past?
Days passed in vain
What is there to cry about?