DILEMMA - ElNasser перевод на английский

DILEMMA

حاسس المدينة هتموتني حاسس أفكاري دي بتسحبني
شايف كتير لسا عندي عارف اني دهب مش هصدي
عارف إن شكلي م الكمين ده مش هيعدي
مع إني شاب كويس متربي
متعرفش تشوف اللي في قلبي
ولا تقراني انت مش صاحبي
كلو باللغة و بترجم كلام
فاكك م اللغة و معوجش اللسان
بفكر فيها و بفكر في الراب
خايف أتحط بينهم قدام
خايف أحلامي دي تطلع أوهام
من كتر ما أفكر مش عارف أنام
ده مش تمام fucked up عارف
Life sucks و مش زي زمان
مبهتمش باللي إنت بتهتم بيه
من صغري عارف أنا عايز إيه
زيي زي أي حد فينا كنت مجبر ع الطريق
بخيش في النص بحاول أرجع بالبطئ
Will my passion work for my dream
Can you make it and make your CREAM
بسأل نفسي كتير الكلام ده هيخليك تعرف تعيش ؟
بتحب المزيكا طب في حتة حلوة هتوديك ؟
ناس كتير حواليك هيفضلو مكملين ؟
علامات إستفهام كلام كلام ومفيش أفعال
جولات إستكشاف يمين شمال نطلع الخام
ومن رفع البرشام الراب ده سقط صدع تعبان
نعلن إفلاس في عجز في الكلام
جوه دماغي شايفها بمبي بس الواقع مش كدة
Dilemma ليه مقفلة محطوطين في ال
ورأيي دايماً عامل مشكلة
أنا مش من هنا بس ليا فيها
مش عجباني مش راضي بيها
كلو همه نفسه و ناسيها
ملهاش كبير ولاحد ليها
عينيا شافها سودة في الحقيقة مطينة
إيديا دايماً ع النوتة دماغي سرحانة في السما
هنساك عادي لو هتضيع وقتي المهم عندي أنا
صعب أنسى حلمي زي ما صعب أنسى ان فيه ربنا

DILEMMA

I feel like the city is going to kill me, I feel like these thoughts are dragging me down.
I see a lot, I still have a lot, I know I'm gold and won't tarnish.
I know my appearance won't pass through these checkpoints.
Even though I'm a good, well-mannered young man.
You don't know what's in my heart.
Don't read into me, you're not my friend.
Everything is in language and translating words.
Forget about the language and don't twist your tongue.
I'm thinking about it and thinking about rap.
I'm afraid to be put among them in front of everyone.
I'm afraid these dreams of mine turn out to be illusions.
From overthinking, I can't sleep.
This isn't right, I'm fucked up, you know.
Life sucks and it's not like it used to be.
I don't care about what you care about.
Since I was young, I've known what I want.
Like any of us, I was forced onto this path.
I'm stumbling in the middle, trying to go back slowly.
Will my passion work for my dream?
Can you make it and make your CREAM?
I keep asking myself, will all this make you able to live?
If you love music, will it take you to a good place?
Will many people around you keep going?
Question marks, words and words, and no actions.
Exploration rounds, left and right, let's get the raw stuff.
And from raising the pill, this rap caused a crack, tired.
Let's declare bankruptcy, in deficiency of words.
Inside my head, I see it pink, but reality isn't like that.
Dilemma, why is it locked, we're stuck in it.
My opinion always causes a problem.
I'm not from here, but I have a part in it.
I don't like it, I'm not satisfied with it.
Everyone only cares about themselves and forgets about it.
It has no leader and no one owns it.
My eyes saw it black, in reality it's oppressive.
My hands are always on the notebook, my mind is wandering in the sky.
I can forget you easily if you waste my time, what's important is me.
It's hard to forget my dream, just as it's hard to forget that there is God.