Текст и перевод песни Wael Jassar - El Nehaya Wahda

El Nehaya Wahda

معارف والنهاية واحدة آخرها بترسي ع الوحدة
مش فارقة واحد من واحدة محدش آمن الدنيا ولا الأيام
في حب يعيش بأسراره وحب بتحرقه ناره بناءً ع اللي نختاره
حياتنا اختارنا تفاصيلها لسنين قدام

عيني ع اللي حبوا الفترة ديا عايشين كده زي التمثيلية
ده ضحى بدي وده ضحية وده بلا احساس
عيني ده مداري عنيه ودارى دمعتها ودي دبلت قدام مرايتها
ودي عملت علشان كرامتها حساب للناس

معارف والنهاية واحدة آخرها بترسي ع الوحدة
مش فارقة واحد من واحدة محدش آمن الدنيا ولا الأيام

عيون مش صافية وتأمِّل في ناس مضطرة تتحمل
وناس كان نفسها تكمل
وفي اللي فراقه كان دنيا لقاه اعدام
في واحدة بتقسى تتقوى وتتلون وتتلوى
و واحدة ضعيفة من جوة ومن غير حضن يحميها ولا بتنام

عيني ع اللي حبوا الفترة ديا عايشين كده زي التمثيلية
ده ضحى بدي وده ضحية وده بلا احساس
عيني ده مداري عنيه ودارى دمعتها ودي دبلت قدام مرايتها
ودي عملت علشان كرامتها حساب للناس

The End Is the Same

We all have our own journeys, but the end is always the same - we're all just lonely.
There's no difference between one person and another. No one can be sure of the world or the days to come.
There's love that flourishes in secrecy and love that burns you up. It all depends on the choices we make.
We choose the details of our lives, years in advance.

I've seen those who have loved recently. They're just like actors in a play.
One sacrifices for another, one is the victim, and another is heartless.
I've seen a man hide his tears from his lover, and a woman wither away before her mirror.
And I've seen women put on a brave face for the sake of their pride.

We all have our own journeys, but the end is always the same - we're all just lonely.
There's no difference between one person and another. No one can be sure of the world or the days to come.

I see people who aren't pure, people who are forced to endure,
And people who wished they could have lasted longer.
There are those for whom separation was a world, and for whom finding each other was an execution.
There is a woman who hardens her heart, who changes her colors and twists herself,
And a woman who is weak inside, who doesn't have a shoulder to cry on or a bed to sleep in.

I've seen those who have loved recently. They're just like actors in a play.
One sacrifices for another, one is the victim, and another is heartless.
I've seen a man hide his tears from his lover, and a woman wither away before her mirror.
And I've seen women put on a brave face for the sake of their pride.