Текст и перевод песни Qabaha - زهقت

زهقت

زهقت اضل اكتب اغاني زهقت اعاني
زهقت اكون اناني بحب بني ادم فاني
زهقت اضل للكل متذكر في حين الكل ينساني
مهتمين كيف و الكل متجاهل استبياني

ساعات بتعدي و فكل ثانية فيها كسر و مر
ضحيت كثير يا دنيا مش غلط تخلّي الفرح يمر
جنبي شوي مش طالب منكم غير شوية في
من نار احقادكم كلها عتمة مش شايف منها ضي

ليش ما تواسي حالك ليش بتضل تواسي الناس
ليش شاغل بالك بكل اللي باعك من الأساس
انت مش خسران هم اللي خسرو طيبة قلبك
بعرف زعلان حبيتهم كلهم بس ولا واحد فيهم حبك

مين وقف جنبك بوقت كسرك قلّي
مين اللي كان يواسي لما سقف احزانك عُلّي
وان كانو سبب رحيلك هيها عالنار بتغلي الدلّة
وان كنت سبب جرح الهم مد السجادة و صلّي

مش شايف خير ولا قادر اشوف مين لازم يسكن قلبي
كل انسان عزّيتو وعزّيتو قلب دربي سلبي
و في عز كسري ما لقيت مين أشكيلو من بعد ربي
يا ربّي رضاك و عفوك وابعد كل مُحاول يقطع دربي

زهقت اضل اكتب اغاني زهقت اعاني
زهقت اكون اناني بحب بني ادم فاني
زهقت اضل للكل متذكر في حين الكل ينساني
مهتمين كيف و الكل متجاهل استبياني

زهقت اضل اكتب اغاني زهقت اعاني
زهقت اكون اناني بحب بني ادم فاني
زهقت اضل للكل متذكر في حين الكل ينساني
مهتمين كيف و الكل متجاهل استبياني

كنت بحب الدنيا بس بكره شوفتهم فيها
واليوم بكره الدنيا و بكره شوفتهم فيها
دنيا فانية و أنفسهم دانية بكل مغري فيها
ضاع وقتي عليهم و ضيعو آخرتهم فيها

ففكري سلبي فيكم كلكم غصب عني لأني
مش شايف فيكم خير او سند لذلك بكتب حزني
داخل مود كآبة وبلا رغم صغر سني
متصنع, ماشي, لو كنت للشهرة بغني

شافو الحب بكلمة كان ضل لو كان نعمة
شايف الظلم بحلمي فمجبور احلّها سلمي
ورغم قطع الأمل بس مآمن بضو وسط العتمة
وان حرقو كل اهدافنا حنعيش لنفوت الجنة

بنص الشارع واقف بستنى الوقت يعدّي
ورغم كل الحواجز هيني لسّا بعدي
عديت كثير كسور بس ما حد مآمن بعدّي
وكل من سبقني بكسر صار اليوم بعدي

بديش اعيش فكون فرح فيه مفيش
بديش عراحة البال ادوّر وبالآخر ملاقيش
بديش تضل الفرص تضيع والفرص متكفيش
بديش اضل ساكت و اضل احكي بديش

I'm Tired

I'm tired of writing songs, I'm tired of suffering.
I'm tired of being selfish, I love humans, I'm mortal.
I'm tired of remembering everyone while everyone forgets me.
They're concerned about how, and everyone ignores my inquiry.

Hours pass by, and every second in them is full of break and pass.
I sacrificed a lot, oh world, it's not wrong to let joy pass by.
Stay close to me, I don't ask from you, except a little bit in.
From the fire of your grudges, all darkness, I don't see a light from it.

Why don't you comfort yourself, why do you keep comforting people?
Why are you preoccupied with everyone who betrayed you from the beginning?
You're not the loser, they're the ones who lost the kindness of your heart.
I know you're upset, I loved them all, but not a single one of them loved you.

Who stood by you during your break, tell me?
Who was comforting you when the roof of your sorrows was raised?
And if they were the reason for your departure, here's the kettle boiling on the fire.
And if you were the reason for the wound of sadness, spread the rug and pray.

I don't see good, nor can I see who should live in my heart.
Every person I comforted, and comforted, their heart made my path negative.
And in the midst of my break, I didn't find anyone to complain to, after God.
Oh God, I want your satisfaction and forgiveness, and keep away every attempt to cut my path.

I'm tired of writing songs, I'm tired of suffering.
I'm tired of being selfish, I love humans, I'm mortal.
I'm tired of remembering everyone while everyone forgets me.
They're concerned about how, and everyone ignores my inquiry.

I'm tired of writing songs, I'm tired of suffering.
I'm tired of being selfish, I love humans, I'm mortal.
I'm tired of remembering everyone while everyone forgets me.
They're concerned about how, and everyone ignores my inquiry.

I used to love the world, but I hate what I see in it.
And today I hate the world, and I hate what I see in it.
The world is perishable, and their souls are low, with every tempting thing in it.
My time was wasted on them, and they wasted their afterlife on it.

So my thinking is negative towards you all, against my will, because I.
Don't see any good or support in you, therefore I write my sadness.
Inside a depressive mood, and despite my young age.
I'm pretending, I'm walking, if I were singing for fame.

They saw love in a word, it would remain if it was a blessing.
I see injustice in my dream, so I'm forced to solve it peacefully.
And despite the cut of hope, I believe in light amidst the darkness.
And if they burned all our goals, we'll live to miss paradise.

I'm standing in the middle of the street, waiting for time to pass.
And despite all the barriers, here I am, still moving forward.
I've gone through a lot of breaks, but no one believes I'm moving forward.
And everyone who passed me with a break, is now behind me.

I don't want to live in a state where there's no joy in it.
I don't want peace of mind, I'm looking for it, and in the end I won't find it.
I don't want opportunities to keep disappearing, and opportunities aren't enough.
I don't want to keep quiet, and I keep talking, I don't want to.