Текст и перевод песни Asala Nasri - Marsoul el Hob

Marsoul el Hob

الحب وعذاب الحب و وجع القلب احساس بياخدنا بعيد وياه
العمر بيفوت ويمر بين حلو ومر وطريق ماشينه اسمه حياه
ضحكتنا ودمعتنا في حياتنا حكايتنا مع ناس
وده جنيك اقربلك من قلبك وفي طيبته مفيش
ده بيكره وده بايع بالفطرة ومعندوش احساس
والقلب اللي مبيحبش يبقا خسارة يعيش
ضَحِكتِنا وَدَمِعتنا ڤِي حَيّاتنا حِكايتنا مَعَ ناسَ
وَدَّهُ جَنْيكِ اقربلك مَن قَلْبكِ وَفِيّ طِيبتهُ مفيش
ده بيكره وَدَّهُ بايَعَ بِالفُطْرَة ومعندوش إِحْساس
وَالقَلْب اللَيّ مبيحبش يَبِقا خَسارَة يَعِيش
طريق بتختاره بإرادتك وتمشيه مهما بيكون صعب
ساعات بتلاقي ساعات ياخدك لجرح وغلب
وناس عنك تشيل همك ويفرحوا لو تكون فرحان
وده منك ومن دمك لكن باعك في لحظة وخان
ضَحِكتِنا وَدَمِعتنا ڤِي حَيّاتنا حِكايتنا مَعَ ناسَ
وَدَّهُ جَنْيكِ اقربلك مَن قَلْبكِ وَفِيّ طِيبتهُ مفيش
ده بيكره وَدَّهُ بايَعَ بِالفُطْرَة ومعندوش إِحْساس
وَالقَلْب اللَيّ مبيحبش يَبِقا خَسارَة يَعِيش

Messenger of Love

Love, its torment, and the ache in the heart, feelings that take us far away
Life passes by, between sweet and bitter, on a path we walk called life
Our laughter and tears, in our lives, are stories with people
This one is close to you, closer than your heart, and his kindness is unmatched
That one hates, and that one betrays by nature, with no feelings
And the heart that doesn't love, it's a waste for it to live
Our laughter and tears, in our lives, are stories with people
This one is close to you, closer than your heart, and his kindness is unmatched
That one hates, and that one betrays by nature, with no feelings
And the heart that doesn't love, it's a waste for it to live
A path you choose with your will, and you walk it no matter how difficult it may be
Sometimes you find, sometimes it takes you to wounds and struggles
And people who care about you and rejoice when you are happy
This one is from you and your blood, but he sold you out in a moment and betrayed
Our laughter and tears, in our lives, are stories with people
This one is close to you, closer than your heart, and his kindness is unmatched
That one hates, and that one betrays by nature, with no feelings
And the heart that doesn't love, it's a waste for it to live