Текст и перевод песни Ziad Rahbani - Shou Hal Ayyam

Shou Hal Ayyam

شو هالأيام اللي وصلنالا
قال إنو غني عم يعطي فقير
كنو المصاري قشطت لحالا
ع هيدا نتفه و هيدا كتير
حلوه دي
حلوه دي
تعجن ف الفجريه
شو هالأيام اللي وصلنالا
قال إنو غني عم يعطي فقير قال
كنوا المصاري قشطت لحالا
ع هيدا نتفه و هيدا كتير
حلوه دي
حلوه دي
تعجن في الفجريه
بيقولوا لك من عرق جبينه
طلع مصاري هالإنسان
طيب كيف هيدا و كيف ملاينه
و ما مره شايفينه عرقان
مش صحيح
مش صحيح
مش صحيح الهوى غلاب
شو هالأيام اللي وصلنالا
قال إنو غني عم يعطي فقير قال
كنوا المصاري قشطت لحالا
ع هيدا نتفه و هيدا كتير
حلوه دي
حلوه دي
تعجن في الفجريه
الغني من تلقاء نفسه
حابب يوزع ورق المال
مانو بخيل إبداً على عكسو
ذكركم يا ولاد الحلال
ليل يا لال
ليل يا لال
ليل يا لال ليلي و حول
كل واحد منا عندو ستيلو
ما بيمنع إنو يصير تنسيق
جيب لي لأمضيلك قلم ستيلو
كل الشعوب بكرا هتفيق
يا يا سلام
يا سلام
يا سلام سلم
شو هالإيام اللي وصلنالا
قال إنو غني عم يعطي فقير
كنوا المصاري قشطت لحالا
ع هيدا نتفه و هيدا كتير
حلوه دي
حلوه دي
حلوه دي تعجن في الفجريه
كل المصاري اللي مضبوبه
اللي ما بتنعد و ما بتنقاس
أصلاً م جياب الناس مسحوبه
و لازم ترجع لجياب الناس
هي دي
هي دي
هي دي هي الأصليه
هي دي
هي دي
هي دي هي الأصليه
هي دي
هي دي
هي دي هي الأصليه

Shou Hal Ayyam

What are these days we have reached, my dear?
He said a rich man gave to a poor man
His money had been scraped together secretly
On this one he earned a little, on that a lot
Isn't that nice?
Isn't that nice?
She kneads at dawn
What are these days we have reached, my dear?
He said that a rich man gave to a poor man
His money had been scraped together secretly
On this one he earned a little, on that a lot
Isn't that nice?
Isn't that nice?
She kneads at dawn
They tell you it's from the sweat of his brow
that this man's money came
Then how is it he is a millionaire?
And I've never seen him sweat
That's not true
That's not true
That's not true, my wind is irresistible
What are these days we have reached, my dear?
He said that a rich man gave to a poor man
His money had been scraped together secretly
On this one he earned a little, on that a lot
Isn't that nice?
Isn't that nice?
She kneads at dawn
A rich man out of his good nature
wants to distribute paper money
He's not stingy at all, on the contrary
May you always be remembered, O good sirs
Oh night
Oh night
Oh night, night my night and round about
Every one of us has his own style
That doesn't mean there can't be coordination
Bring me your stylish pen to sign
All the peoples will wake up tomorrow
Oh, oh peace
Oh peace
Oh peace, peace
What are these days we have reached, my dear?
He said that a rich man gave to a poor man
His money had been scraped together secretly
On this one he earned a little, on that a lot
Isn't that nice?
Isn't that nice?
Isn't that nice, she kneads at dawn
All the money that has been hoarded
That can't be counted or measured
Originally it was taken from the people
And it must be returned to the people
That's it
That's it
That's it, that's the genuine article
That's it
That's it
That's it, that's the genuine article
That's it
That's it
That's it, that's the genuine article