Текст и перевод песни Shams - Ebn El

Ebn El

قلبي اهواي متحمل
عشرته تجرح وتقتل
العلاقه البيها ضيم وذل
ما كمل
بعد بروحي ما انزل
شنو اقضيها بتوسل
شايف روحه هذا ابن ال
ما كمل
جروحه اكثر من ذنوبه
واذا احسب انا عيوبه
ما ينجرع ويملل
اووه ما كمل
زيناته ولا وحده
كل امراضي من عنده
سوا بيا ضغط و س اووه
ما كمل
مااا كمل
بعد بروحي ما انزل
شنو اقضيها بتوسل
شايف روحه هذا ابن ال
ما كمل
جروحه اكثر من ذنوبه
واذا احسب انا عيوبه
ما ينجرع ويملل
اووه ما كمل
عشرته ابد مو حلوه
عشت لحظاتها قوه
حرامات القلب يهوى
الما يسوى
دموعي الرخصت بيها
لخاطر عينه ابكيها
ما يسهلها تاليها
الما يسوى
كل جروحي ما تهمه
من هسه كرهت اسمه
ما يستاهل النعمه
الما يسوى
بعد بروحي ما انزل
شنو اقضيها بتوسل
شايف روحه هذا ابن ال
جروحه اكثر من ذنوبه
واذا احسب انا عيوبه
ما ينجرع ويملل
لا ما كمل
شايف روحه هذا ابن ال
ما كمل
انا من هسه راح انسى
وعيش العمر بلياه
عمري اللي قضيته وياه
مو عمري
كل ما شافني بعينه
بعد ما اقول ابد وينه
عمره نقصت سنينه
اووه مو عمري
ما يلقى ابد مثلي
خليه يروح ويولي
لا حبي ولا عمري
موو عمري
وماا كمل
بعد بروحي ما انزل
شنو اقضيها بتوسل
شايف روحه هذا ابن ال
جروحه اكثر من ذنوبه
واذا احسب انا عيوبه
ما ينجرع ويملل
اووه ما كمل

Ebn El

My heart, my love that endures,
Your companionship wounds and kills.
Our relationship is marked by oppression and humiliation,
Incomplete.
I will no longer debase myself for you.
Why should I waste my time begging?
You think too highly of yourself, son of a
Incomplete.
Your wounds outnumber your sins,
And if I were to count your flaws,
They would never end.
Oh, incomplete.
Your beauty is a lie.
You are the source of all my pain.
You have filled me with ailments.
Incomplete.
Oh, incomplete.
I will no longer debase myself for you.
Why should I waste my time begging?
You think too highly of yourself, son of a
Incomplete.
Your wounds outnumber your sins,
And if I were to count your flaws,
They would never end.
Oh, incomplete.
Your companionship is not sweet.
I have suffered greatly at your hands.
It is a shame that my heart loves
One who is unworthy.
I have wasted my tears on you.
I have wept for your sake,
But you never made it easy.
One who is unworthy.
You do not care about my wounds.
From now on, I despise your name.
You are not worthy of my love.
One who is unworthy.
I will no longer debase myself for you.
Why should I waste my time begging?
You think too highly of yourself, son of a
Your wounds outnumber your sins,
And if I were to count your flaws,
They would never end.
Oh, incomplete.
You think too highly of yourself, son of a
Incomplete.
I will forget you from this moment on.
And live my life without you.
The years I spent with you
Were not my own.
Whenever you looked at me,
I would ask myself, "Where have I gone wrong?"
You have aged me prematurely.
Oh, not my own.
You will never find another like me.
Let it go and move on.
You are neither my love nor my life.
Not my own.
And incomplete.
I will no longer debase myself for you.
Why should I waste my time begging?
You think too highly of yourself, son of a
Your wounds outnumber your sins,
And if I were to count your flaws,
They would never end.
Oh, incomplete.