Текст и перевод песни Mohammed Abdel Wahab - Hayati

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حياتي انت ما ليش غيرك وفايتني لمين
ظلمت روحي وحبيتك وبقى لي سنين

عمال اقاسي ليل ونهار سقم الليالي والأفكار
والشوق في قلبي تاه واحتار والوجد زود بيَ النار

ويهون عليك بعد ده كله أخلص في حبي واتألم
ليه الفؤاد ترضى بذله ما دام عرفت انه مسلم

لو كنت يوم هنيتني معاك ما كانش يصعب علي
وكنت لما اشتاق رؤياك طيفك يخايل عيني

لكن غرامي كان أوهام ما دامش اكتر من أحلام
وكل ما تفوت الأيام تزداد جفا وازداد آلام

حياتي انت ما ليش غيرك وفايتني لمين
ظلمت روحي وحبيتك وبقى لي سنين

كل ما يسبح خيالي يسبق الفكر الخيال
افتكر زهرة آمالي اللي ذبلها الآمال

وافتكر صفو الليالي واشتكي وجدي اللي طال
واقول مسير الحب يجمع بين قلوبنا
ومسير ليالي القرب ح تكون من نصيبنا

واحب روحي إكمنه روحي بتحبك
واحب نوحي إكمنه بيحنن قلبك

ويهون عليك بعد ده كله اخلص في حبي واتألم
ليه الفؤاد ترضى بذله ما دام عرفت إنه مسلم

My Life

My life, you are the only one I have, who else do I turn to?
I wronged my soul and fell in love with you, and I have been for years.

Working hard day and night, suffering from sleepless nights and thoughts.
Longing is lost and bewildered in my heart, and anxiety increases my pain.

And it is easy for you after all this, to be heartless in my love and to suffer.
Why does the heart agree to humiliate itself, since it knows that it is a Muslim?

If you had ever made me happy with you, it would not have been difficult for me.
And when I yearned to see you, your ghost would appear before my eyes.

But my love was an illusion, as long as it was nothing more than a dream.
And as days pass, you become more distant, and pain grows.

My life, you are the only one I have, who else do I turn to?
I wronged my soul and fell in love with you, and I have been for years.

Whenever my imagination wanders, it goes faster than thought.
I think of the flower of my hopes that withered away.

And I think of the serenity of the nights and I complain of my melancholy that has lasted so long.
And I say, the journey of love will bring our hearts together,
And the journey of nights of closeness will be ours.

And I love my soul because it loves you,
And I love my sadness because it softens your heart.

And it is easy for you after all this, to be heartless in my love and to suffer.
Why does the heart agree to humiliate itself, since it knows that it is a Muslim?