Текст и перевод песни Mahmoud El Esseily - Beit Gedety

Beit Gedety

فتحت عينيا لقيت
ناس ولمة و بيت
ويوم الجمعة مليان
بعيلة بتملي المكان
حب كبير فرحة و خير
وإحساس بالأمان
بيت جدتي الجميل
موجود هنا بقاله زمان
بيت جدتي الكبير
كبار وصغيرين حبينه
تاخدنا الدنيا و مش ناسينوا
واللي سابونا مش سايبينه
و طيفهم بينا مالي الأركان
من بدري الصبح و انا صغير
ولادي أهُم والله ما إتغير
لعب وعيلة كإنه عيد
راحة ونور عمَّال بيزيد
...
في الدنيا دي لما جيت
وخدوني و رُحنا هناك
عِشت فيه كان ليا سبوع
حلقات وبرجالات
شايف كل حياتي فيه
حاجات جاية وذكريات
و أول مرة فيه صليت
وهنا كتابي إتكتب
بيت جدتي الكبير
كبار وصغيرين حبيينه
تاخدنا الدنيا و مش ناسينوا
واللي سابونا مش سايبينوا
و طيفهم بينا مالي الأركان
من بدري الصبح و انا صغير
ولادي أهُم والله ما اتغير
لعب و عيلة كأنه عيد
راحة ونور عمَّال بيزيد
...
صواني بالكحك مملية
فطار العيد . ريحة الطعمية
جمعة رز عليه ملوخية
عادة لينا مهما نغيب
مهما مشيت فيه ليا مكاني
مهما بعدت انا هرجع تاني
سايب فيه قلبي وعنواني
دايماً ليا الباب مفتوح

Beit Gedety

I opened my eyes to find
People gathered in a house
And on Friday it was filled
With people filling the place
So much love, joy, and kindness
And a sense of security
My grandmother's beautiful house
It has been here for a long time
My grandmother's big house
Loved by young and old
Life has taken us away, but we have not forgotten
And those who have left us, we have not left behind
And their spirits fill the corners of the house
Since I was a little boy
My children are there, and by God, they have not changed
Playing and gathering, as if it were a holiday
Comfort and light, always increasing
...
When I came into this world
They took me and we went there
I lived in it for a week
With gatherings of men
I see my whole life in it
Things to come and memories
And the first time I prayed in it
And here my book was written
My grandmother's big house
Loved by young and old
Life has taken us away, but we have not forgotten
And those who have left us, we have not left behind
And their spirits fill the corners of the house
Since I was a little boy
My children are there, and by God, they have not changed
Playing and gathering, as if it were a holiday
Comfort and light, always increasing
...
Trays filled with cakes
The breakfast of the feast, the smell of falafel
Friday rice with molokhia
A tradition for us, no matter how far we go
No matter how far I go, I have a place for me
No matter how far away I am, I will come back again
I leave my heart and my address in it
The door is always open for me