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BAS2AL NAFSY

تعليم الشارع مجاني 24
والناصيه مش الجامع مش عايزه عيال بكتاب دين
عالناصيه مفيش مانع لو شوفنا اللحمه بنتضابع
الفكره ان الشارع بيبدل في الوقت الضايع
امي الشارع فيه علام وفيه آلام
اتربيت لو ملیش مناب خفیف بنام امي
الشارع فيه اللي راح وفيه جراح
نفس الشارع فيه الحقيقه وفيه السراب
بنت السلطان عايزه مهر ياما
عايزه عقد الماظ عايزه هدوم قيامه
وعارفاني فقير بس بيها امير
زي علاء الدين توهت مع ياسمين
توهت كتير
عوزت كتير
عندي حساب لسه الصفر التالت فيه
في فريضه ربتهالي امي
لو عوزت الخطينه ضميري بيلومني
اتخميت في صحاب
واتخبيت في صحاب
عوزت النوم ميجيش
عوزت انام مصحاش
لسه الوحده فيا
ونقطة ضعفي هي
لما تغيب ببقى بدون هويه
بسأل نفسي مبلقاش تفسیر
انسي ازاي يازميلي انت الداء فيك ومش عشمان فيك
ولما الدهب يجي
انسى الناس دي ومبنساكيش
انتي نداهه بتيجي مبتسميش
قلبي بتاخديه لما تشاوريلي
تعبت وراسي فيه مواويل
جيبي معدش فيه مليم
بقيت مش عارف اعاتب مین
ساعتي الوقت فيها مبيمشيش
تعقيدات حتى راسي في مصيبه

BAS2AL NAFSY

Street education is free 24/7
And the corner, not the mosque, doesn't want kids with a religious book.
On the corner, there's no problem if we see the meat being diced.
The thing is, the street changes in wasted time.
My mother, the street has signs and pain in it.
I grew up, if I have no lineage, I sleep lightly, my mother.
The street has those who left and those who have wounds.
The same street has the truth and the mirage.
The Sultan's daughter wants a huge dowry.
She wants a diamond necklace, she wants luxurious clothes.
And she knows I'm poor, but to her, I'm a prince.
Like Aladdin, I got lost with Yasmin.
I got lost a lot.
I wanted a lot.
I still have an account where the third zero is missing.
In a duty my mother raised me with.
If I need the line, my conscience blames me.
I got full of friends.
And I hid among friends.
I wanted sleep to not come.
I wanted to sleep, but I didn't wake up.
Loneliness still exists within me.
And my weakness is
When you're absent, I become without an identity.
I ask myself, but I find no explanation.
Forget how, my friend, the disease is in you, and I don't hope for anything from you.
And when the gold comes,
Forget these people, but I won't forget you.
You're a call that comes, but doesn't smile.
You take my heart when you gesture to me.
I'm tired, and my head is full of laments.
My pocket has no more money.
I've become unable to blame anyone.
Time in my watch doesn't move.
Complications, even my head is in trouble.