Текст и перевод песни The Synaptik - على حسابي

على حسابي

قُلْتِلْها ، إسْتَنّيني عَ الطّريقْ مِشْ عارِفْ مَتى راحْ أَوْصَلْ
عارِفْ الطَّلَبْ كْبيرْ
الشّغْلة مش بِإيدي فِشْ تَصْريحْ
مَنتي عارْفة إِحْتِلالْ حيطانْ وْأَلْوانو كْثيرْ
تِقْلَقيشْ سِرّ كْبيرْ
مِشْ راح ْأَمارِسْ فِيّو كُلْشي غيرو التّعْبيرْ
مِشْ دْراما
بَسْ هيكْ عَ الخَفيفْ
مش شايِفْ بَسْ عادي لمّا كلْ حَدا هُنا كَفيفْ
بِدّي سيبة شِكْلي
بِدّي اعْمَلْ مْصيبة شِكْلي
بِحْكولي ليشْ هيكْ انْتَ بارِدْ
وانا بَغْلي مْدَوِّبْ كُلْ الثَّلْجْ التَّحْتي
مِشْ شايْفينْ
دَفَنْتْ حَبيبةْ قَلْبي مِنْ شَهْرينْ وَلْكو هايْ مينْ

وْعَلى حْسابي أكْتُبْ إلِكْ صَفَحاتْ عَ الأَلَمْ
وعَلى حْسابي أَدْفَعْ عَنْهُمْ كُلَّ الذِّمَمّ
وعَلى حْسابي أَشْرَحْ لَهُمْ عَنِ الْهَرَمْ
وعَلى حْسابي عَلى حْسابي

بِضَحِّكْ مِشْ عارِفْ أطيبْ وَ انْ طَبيبْ
بَحْلِفْ بِالهِلالْ بَحْلِفْ بِالصّليبْ
دَفوتْ هايْ المرةُ لو بِحْبالْ او تَهْريبْ
عَ البابْ واقِفْ بَسْتَنّى التّرْحيبْ
غَريبْ
الظّاهرْ لا جَديدْ
مِشْ سَعيدْ
لِسّا نَفْسِ المَكانْ نِرْجَعْ ليه
وانا آسِفْ لَنْ أُعيدْ
عٍضْ عَلى لْسانَكْ مَتِحْكيشْ
خَدِّرْ مَرْكِزْ الدُّموعْ في الدِّماغْ
مَتِبْكيشْ
إحْكي cheers
في كُلْ صورة مَعْ غَريبْ
بَسْ بِالبيتْ كُلْ الصُّوَرْ خالية مِنْ أَيَّةْ تَعْبيرْ
في الصُّوَرْ آياتْ للتَّفْسيرْ
أَرْواحْ للتَّحْضيرْ
كُلْها حْجارْ وْ قَصديرْ
تّصَدِّقْ بَالله احْنا نْطيرْ
جِنْحاني مِنِ سْطورْ
بَفْتَحْلِكْ مَكْتَبْ تَحْرير
وْبَسْ عَشانْ كلِّ الْ years
النّاسْ كُلْها آذانْ وَ نا كلّي عَويلْ

وْعَلى حْسابي أكْتُبْ إلِكْ صَفَحاتْ عَ الأَلَمْ
وعَلى حْسابي أَدْفَعْ عَنْهُمْ كُلْ الذِّمَمّ
وعَلى حْسابي أَشْرَحْ لَهُمْ عَنِ الْهَرَمْ
وعَلى حْسابي عَلى حْسابي

كَمْ مِنْ كَف أَكَلْتو كانْ عَ حْسابي
كَمْ مِنْ طَلعة طلعتوا وكانْ عَ كْتافي
كَمْ مِنْ كذِبة قلتها جُوّا ذاني
عشانْ السّينابْتيكْ
بَسْ عادي سَجِّلْ هايْ المَرّة بَرْضو عَلى حْسابي
بِالرّابْ انا ماكنْ
كُلْ يومْ هَيْني ماكِلْ
شارِبْ نايْم مْسافِرْ
الرّابْ دافِعْ فَواتيرْ
فَ عادي عَلى حْسابو للكاتِبْ
تَحَقَّقْ من الخبر كُلّو كاذِبْ
لَوْ كانْ الجِنّي عَلى الهاتِفْ
تِرِنْ قَلّي أُطْلُبْ وَ تَمَنّى
لَ قُلْتِلّو قولْ
لَ إمّي إنّي آسِفْ
قولْ لَ إمّي إنّي خايِفْ
قولْ لَ إمّي انو الله مَعي عارِفْ
فَ عادي كُلّو كُلّو كُلّو على حسابي
كَنْزة مثل القَمَرْ
و مْنِ المُحيطْ بَطْلَعْ ناشِفْ
شوفْ كيفْ مِنِ المُحيطْ بَطْلَعْ ناشِفْ

وْعَلى حْسابي أكْتُبْ إلِكْ صَفَحاتْ عَ الأَلَمْ
وعَلى حْسابي أَدْفَعْ عَنْهُمْ كُلْ الذِّمَمّ
وعَلى حْسابي أَشْرَحْ لَهُمْ عَنِ الْهَرَمْ
وعَلى حْسابي عَلى حْسابي

On My Account

I told her, "Wait for me on the road," not knowing when I'll arrive.
I know the demand is high.
It's not in my hands, there's no permit.
You know, occupation, walls, and their colors are many.
Don't worry, it's a big secret.
I won't practice anything on you except expression.
It's not drama.
Just like that, lightly.
I can't see, but it's normal when everyone here is blind.
I want to let go of my appearance.
I want to cause trouble, it seems.
They tell me, "Why are you so cold?"
While my inside melts all the ice beneath me.
They don't see.
I buried my sweetheart two months ago, and for whom is this?

And on my account, I write you pages about the pain.
And on my account, I pay off all their debts.
And on my account, I explain to them about the pyramid.
And on my account, on my account.

I laugh, not knowing how to heal, even if I were a doctor.
I swear by the crescent, I swear by the cross.
This time I snuck in, even if by ropes or smuggling.
Standing at the door, waiting for the welcome.
Strange.
Apparently, nothing new.
Not happy.
We keep returning to the same place.
And I'm sorry, I won't repeat.
Bite your tongue, don't speak.
Anesthetize the tear center in your brain.
Don't cry.
Say cheers.
In every picture with a stranger.
But at home, all the pictures are devoid of any expression.
In the pictures, verses for interpretation.
Spirits for summoning.
All stones and tin.
Believe in God, we fly.
My wings are made of lines.
I'll open an editorial office for you.
And just because of all the years.
People are all ears, and I am all wailing.

And on my account, I write you pages about the pain.
And on my account, I pay off all their debts.
And on my account, I explain to them about the pyramid.
And on my account, on my account.

How many slaps I took were on my account.
How many times you rose on my shoulders.
How many lies I told within myself.
For The Synaptik.
But it's okay, record this time too on my account.
I wasn't in rap.
Every day, here I am, eating.
Drinking, sleeping, traveling.
Rap is paying bills.
So it's okay, on its account, to the writer.
Verify the news, it's all lies.
If the genie were on the phone.
He'd say, "Ask and wish."
I would tell him, say.
To my mother, that I'm sorry.
Tell my mother that I'm afraid.
Tell my mother that God is with me, He knows.
So it's okay, all, all, all on my account.
A sweater like the moon.
And from the ocean, I emerge dry.
See how from the ocean, I emerge dry.

And on my account, I write you pages about the pain.
And on my account, I pay off all their debts.
And on my account, I explain to them about the pyramid.
And on my account, on my account.