Текст и перевод песни NESSYOU - 3lach

3lach

Wach 3mrk swlti rassk chkoun hna?
Fin konna 9bel manjiwe hna
3mrek wgfti chi wehla wglti lhyati wla hi wa7la
.3lash tan3isho hi wehda
Ghatkhrb9 yak be3da
Makinash ma3na
Hada blan ffih le3ba 3lih la3na
Hme9 [?], khele9 lfetna
Herek chwiyet l'gedera
Kigolek 9ra wzid 9ra
[?] 3la dmaghek matkounsh shi ze9ram
Wach lmout ghi fezza3a kigal si so9rat
Wach vrai hna fl'assel ghi sotra
Kolla sou2al b'effet d'litre chrab
9ad ywchewech werah
Goli 3lach f'ayya le3ba tandiro drame
Nrdouha ton wakha mafiha ta kilogram
3lash la plupart fina kikounou merade
Deraf m3a l7eraba w l7eraba m3a li deraf
C'est grave, c'est trop
3lach hna geness microb
Lat3tana chwiyet l'pouvoir kanbghiwe nssaytro
Bhayem khassna ghi groune
Deghya tan'tgeydo b'les apparences dchi clown
3lach l9lile lifina riglou
3aychin kdoube fkdoube
Ndirouha b'idina w nmsse7oha fl'mktoub
3lach 3od n3ando w tanbdawe nekedo
3lach lima3ndoush tan9doh wmatan3tiwhsh we9to
3kess li3ndou tan3bdoh howa l'fou9 ohnaya te7tou
Tamhkmou bla manbhtou
Hna chitane mhtoute
Makangouloush ymken flane m3doure
Kolshy 3andna fahmatoure mo7al tl9a bhalna wakha t3ya madore
Hna homa dak nou3e lifate hta msha kigolo lehla yreddou

3lach

Why do you keep asking who is here?
There is no one here before we came.
Have you ever made a mistake, a real mistake, or a good one?
Why are you living this way?
Everything is falling apart.
It doesn't make sense.
This is a game cursed by fate.
It's crazy, created to bring conflict.
Move a little closer.
Read and read again.
Don't be a fool, think carefully.
Is death just a scare, a question?
Is everything here just a facade?
Every question has the effect of a drink, it gets you drunk.
He is hiding something behind him.
Tell me why we create drama in any game?
We make it heavy even if it doesn't weigh a single gram.
Why are most of us sick?
The strong are with the weak, and the weak are with the strong.
It's serious, it's too much.
Why are we like germs here?
We want to control power, we crave it.
We only need the masses.
We are constantly playing with appearances, like clowns.
Why do the few who have, have their feet on the ground?
We live in lies, within lies.
We do it with our own hands, and erase it from the books.
Why do we have and then start to give up?
Why do we criticize those who don't have and don't give them time?
We worship the ones who have, they are the ones who are above us.
We are oppressed without even knowing it.
We are a fallen demon.
We don't say that maybe someone is wrong.
We all have our own understanding, it's impossible to find someone like us, even if you try really hard.
We are the type of people who don't even say 'God' when they are in trouble.