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Aboya Waheshni Geddan

أنا أبويا واحشني جدا
محتاج رأيه في حاجات
أهمل في سؤاله عني
وما جاش من يوم ما مات

نضارته وساعته لسه
عالرف مكان ما سابهم
وهدومه جوه كيسهم
وجداد من يوم ما جابهم

أنا أبويا واحشني جدا
محتاج رأيه في حاجات
أهمل في سؤاله عني
وما جاش من يوم ما مات

نضارته وساعته لسه
عالرف مكان ما سابهم
وهدومه جوه كيسهم
وجداد من يوم ما جابهم

نفسي أتكلم معاه
وأحكيله عاللي تم
وهقوله مين في مرضه
زاره ونقله دم

وهقوله إني اسف
علشان خبيت عليه
وأحلفله إني نفسي
لو يوم ألمس إيديه

وأعمل له شاي خفيف
وأقسم وياه رغيف
كان حضنه جامعنا لمة
كان صوته فيه ونس
وكتير بقعد معاه
وأشكيله من الحياة
أنا عارف إنه سامع
متأكد أنه حس

ما هو برده الموت لا يمكن
يقتل في الناس شعورها
وما فيش في الدنيا شجرة
تقطعها من جزورها
وما فيش في الدنيا راحل
إلا وسايب وراه
واحد من صلبه شبهه
يدعيله في الصلاة

أنا أبويا وحشني جدا
واحشاني معاه حاجات
بطلت أعملها وحدي
من ساعة لما مات

أنا أبويا وحشني جدا
واحشاني معاه حاجات
بطلت أعملها وحدي
من ساعة لما مات

Miss Me Pa

I miss my father a lot
I need his advice about things
I neglected to ask him about me
And he didn't come since the day that he died

His glasses and his watch are still
On the shelf where he left them
And his clothes inside his bags
And grandma hasn't picked them up since the day that he brought them

I miss my father a lot
I need his advice about things
I neglected to ask him about me
And he didn't come since the day that he died

His glasses and his watch are still
On the shelf where he left them
And his clothes inside his bags
And grandma hasn't picked them up since the day that he brought them

I wish I could talk to him
And I would tell him about what happened
And I would tell him who in his illness
Visited him and gave him blood

And I would tell him I'm sorry
For hiding this from him
And I would swear to him I wish
If only I could touch his hands

And make him some light tea
And share a loaf of bread with him
His embrace would have gathered us together
His voice would have given us solace
And a lot of time I spent with him
And I would complain to him about life
I know that he is listening
I'm sure he can feel it

Because death cannot
Kill the feelings in people
And there is no tree in the world
That you could cut from its roots
And there is no traveler in the world
Who would leave behind him
Someone from his own flesh and blood
To pray for him

I miss my father a lot
I miss doing things with him
I stopped doing them by myself
Since the day that he died

I miss my father a lot
I miss doing things with him
I stopped doing them by myself
Since the day that he died