Текст и перевод песни Mohamed Fouad - Am Dahab

Am Dahab

عم دهب بياع حكايات
كان عنده ربابه وفيها حاجات
كان من دشنه وعشنا وشفنا
عم دهب بيبع دولارات
كان من دشنه وعشنا وشفنا
عم دهب بيبع دولارات
عم دهب بياع حكايات
عم دهب كان راجل صح
كان فنان وكريم من الشح
بس الفن يا عينى عليه ميوكلش الراجل ملح
شد رحاله مع الجايات عم دهب بياع حكايات
عم دهب وفى وسط الزحمه كان بيتمنا يشوف اللحمه
جاع وتعرى وداق المره
يقوم من نؤره يخش فى ازمه
كل يومين الذل يبان
عم دهب بياع حكايات
عم دهب بياع حكايات
لقا ناس صعاليك نزلين نهب ولا المماليك
قالوا انفتحوا قام مفتتحا بقا كسيب وملوهش شريك
باع النى جاب زلموكيه
عم دهب بياع حكايات
عم دهب بياع حكايات
كان عنده ربابه وفيها حاجات
كان من دشنه وعشنا وشفنا
عم دهب بيبع دولارات
كان من دشنه عشنا وشفنا
عم دهب بيبع دولارات
عم دهب بياع حكايات

Am Dahab

Uncle Gold, a seller of tales
He had a rebab that held many treats
He was from our hometown, we saw it all together
Uncle Gold, selling dollars
He was from our hometown, we saw it all together
Uncle Gold, selling dollars
Uncle Gold, a seller of tales
Uncle Gold was a good man
He was a talented, generous man
But my dear, art does not fill a man's stomach
He packed his bags and left, Uncle Gold, a seller of tales
Uncle Gold, amidst the crowd, he yearned for a taste of meat
He starved and froze, and tasted the bitterness
He went from joy to trouble
Every other day, his wretchedness showed
Uncle Gold, a seller of tales
Uncle Gold, a seller of tales
He found some ruffians who were plundering like the Mamluks
They said, "Open up," and he opened up, becoming a thief and a partner in crime
He sold his flute and bought weapons
Uncle Gold, a seller of tales
Uncle Gold, a seller of tales
He had a rebab that held many treats
He was from our hometown, we saw it all together
Uncle Gold, selling dollars
He was from our hometown, we saw it all together
Uncle Gold, selling dollars
Uncle Gold, a seller of tales