23 - RYM перевод на английский

23

Yalah wlit nti9 f rasi, Ki briti nti9 fihom
Li 3tato lia denia 9asi, kand3i rebi ihdihom
Wlah ta koulchi drto rasi, koulchi khlito likom
Ba9i ljer7 Mtraci

Bnadm mafahm walo o cha3el ki toro
Machft la ksda la kfen la 9ber li nzoro
Zadouha bl3fen, fblasthom ki doro
Chi Sa7afa dial del, barin ri les photo
O ana f yedi fota, kansme7 dmou3i li mn morahom dorof
Ma7ilti lchno ran7s, f biti me9hora
Wlit ga3 makan3s, geroutouni trofa

Kan3ti wakha ikoun ma3ndich
3la lklam lkhayeb Matrbitch
Koulchi knt kankhbih
F 2awj l3ata2? O ana ga3 mazal mabdit

Ah o 3ndi mabadi2
F skati 7ikma, jaw o gelbo lmawazin
Chabka 7fari, Nta mousab idan moumine
tiye7t drasi o ana khelf lkawalis

Galou lkdoub 3la li mat o f sber kayna tehrisa
o 3la walou . te3no f charafi, o tgouli apres semhi lina?
Jaza2 Ratnalo mgharba khesro 3lia kelma wehda ya mskina
La makla la sakina
Hadi b 7ed datha rah jarima

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3emri 3rft tri9 lmehkama,
L9wi yakoul d3if o mafahmach 9anoun lghaba
Zedt 3reft bli daba
Rebi kan bari l3alam kaml id3i m3ana
O manaaadma 3la ta chi haja
Khdit ders 23 3am o f derf sana
lah irhem man rbana
Wakha makaynch lwali roho o hibtoy dima m3aya

Serna randfno m3ah
Ma3ndi mandir rah rebi li brah
O ma3ndi mankhbi s3iba nsameh
La mo la bah

23

Now you're stuck in my head, like I was stuck on them.
Those whom life has been cruel to, I pray God guides them.
I swear I did it all myself, I left everything for you.
The wound is still fresh.

People understand nothing, acting like raging bulls.
I've seen no respect, no compassion, no grave to visit.
They added to the pain, with their venom like poison.
Some yellow press, interested only in photos.
And I, with a towel in hand, wiping away tears, the fallout of their actions.
I didn't give them any reason, locked in my room, feeling humiliated.
I've become unbearable, they called me a trophy.

I was content even though I had nothing.
I won't respond to the negativity.
I used to hide everything.
At 22? And I haven't even started yet.

Oh, and I have principles.
In my silence, there's wisdom. They came and upset the balance.
A complex network, you're deaf to a believer's ears.
I sacrificed myself, behind bars.

They spread lies about the deceased, and patience has its limits.
For nothing... you tarnish my honor, and tell me to forgive you afterwards?
The Moroccans exaggerated the punishment, they wasted a single word on me, "poor thing".
Neither food nor shelter.
This, by its very nature, is a crime.

mhmm

I've learned the way to the courthouse.
The strong devour the weak, and don't understand the law of the jungle.
I've also learned now
That God caused the whole world to pray for us.
And humanity, for any reason.
I learned a lesson in 23 years and in the blink of an eye.
May God have mercy on those He created.
Even though my protector is gone, his love remains with me.

We bury our pain with him.
I have nothing to do, it's in God's hands.
And I have nothing to hide, it's hard to forgive.
Neither mother nor father.