Текст и перевод песни Gigi - Guramayle

Guramayle

ዓይኑ ማረከኝ ስል ከንፈሩ ገሎኛል
ደሞ ከሞትኩበት ፍቅር ያስነሳኛል
Dear my love ይለኛል ከዚያም የኔ ፍቅር
ስንቱን ቋንቋ ችዬ ከሱ ልነጋገር

ጉራማይሌ ልጁ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
ጉራማይሌ ልጁ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
ጉንፌን አውልቄ ለበስኩኝ ቦላሌ
ጉራማይሌ ልጁ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
ጉራማይሌ ልጁ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
ጉንፌን አውልቄ ለበስኩኝ ቦላሌ

የተቀባው ሽቶ የገላው ጠረን
ብሉኝ ብሉኝ ይላል የቀረቡት እንደሆን
ከከንፈር ከጥርሱ ከአይኑ ፍቅር ይዞኝ
እወዘወዛለሁ ኸረ ማን ያስጠለኝ

ጉራማይሌ ልጁ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
ጉራማይሌ ልጁ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
እመቤቴ ማርያም አርጊልኝ የግሌ
ጉራማይሌ ልጁ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
ጉራማይሌ ልጁ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
ጉንፌን አውልቄ ለበስኩኝ ቦላሌ

አካል ሰውነቱ እንደ ህፃን ልጅ
አቤት መለስለሱ አቤት ሲያስጎመጅ
የኔ እግር እንዳንተ ምን አለሰለሰው
ከኔ ቤት አንተ ቤተ የተመላለሰው

ጉራማይሌ ልጁ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
ጉራማይሌ ልጁ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
ጉንፌን አውልቄ ለበስኩኝ ቦላሌ
ጉራማይሌ ልጁ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
ጉራማይሌ ልብሱ ጉራማይሌ ቋንቋው
እመቤቴ ማርያም አርጊልኝ የግሌ

በፈረንሳዮቹ ቋንቋ በእንግሊዘኛ ቢናገር
በጣልያንኛ ቢገጥም በጀርመንኛ ቢፎክር
ከአፉ ማር ይፈሳል ልጁ ለዛ አለው አንደበቱ
እስቲ ይጫወት ይፈንድቅ ያለሱ አይደምቅም ቤቱ
ጨዋታህ ይናፍቀኛል ያራዳ ልጅ ቆንጆ ሰው
በለሰለሱ እጆችህ ና ገላዬን ደባብሰው

ጉራማይሌ
ጉራማይሌ
ጉራማይሌ
ጉራማይሌ
ጉራማይሌ
ጉራማይሌ
ጉራማይሌ
ጉራማይሌ

Guramayle

Your eyes catch me as I emerge from your arms,
Your love brings me back to life from the brink of death.
You call me "Dear my love" and then my love...
In how many languages can I tell you this?

My Guramayle, your words, Guramayle language,
My Guramayle, your words, Guramayle language,
I wrap myself in the silk you spun for me.
My Guramayle, your words, Guramayle language,
My Guramayle, your words, Guramayle language,
I wrap myself in the silk you spun for me.

The fragrance you left behind, the embers you left burning,
Tell me, tell me, you say, were you close?
With your wings, fangs and eyes, love holds me,
I tremble, who could stop me?

My Guramayle, your words, Guramayle language,
My Guramayle, your words, Guramayle language,
My lady Mary, please spare me your pity.
My Guramayle, your words, Guramayle language,
My Guramayle, your words, Guramayle language,
I wrap myself in the silk you spun for me.

Your body is like that of a child,
But your words are as sweet as honey when you speak,
My legs are as clumsy as yours,
And your house is filled with me.

My Guramayle, your words, Guramayle language,
My Guramayle, your words, Guramayle language,
I wrap myself in the silk you spun for me.
My Guramayle, your words, Guramayle language,
The clothes of a Guramayle, the language of a Guramayle,
My lady Mary, please spare me your pity.

Even if you spoke in French, English, Italian, or German,
Even if your mouth was filled with honey and your voice was as sweet as a bird's song,
Your words would still be meaningless to me, for you are a liar.
You play with my feelings, but your love is not real,
Your games are cruel, and your words are empty.
With your gentle hands, you caress my face.

Guramayle,
Guramayle,
Guramayle,
Guramayle,
Guramayle,
Guramayle,
Guramayle,
Guramayle.