Текст и перевод песни سيف نبيل - شخبارك

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بالامس قد عاد صديق قديم، ربما ليس صديق، و قدومه ليس مرحب به
كعادته يفضل الظلام، يقبع في احد اركان الغرفه، او لربما النقطه العمياء من رؤيتي
لا يمكنني رؤيته ولكن اشعر بوجوده، حيز يملأ احد اركان المكان، كيان مرعب يسكن عرش الفراغ
يتأملني في صمت وهو يتلذذ برائحه خوفي
يمد يده قليلا ويربت على كتفي، اشعر بوخزاته تهدد قلبي
كأنه يتلاعب بي نفسيا، كصائد يعتقد ان معاناة فريسته ستضفي طعم رائعا على لحمها
طوال فترة زياراته لم نكون صداقه، لطالما اعتقدت انه ملك الموت
يمكنني شم رائحه انفاسه ثقيله، استنشقها بصعوبه وازفر معها اجزاء من روحي
تخدر جسدي، وخزات قلبي تصبح اعمق
لو كان ملك الموت هل هذه سكراته
هل هي النهاية حقا

How are You?

Yesterday, an old friend returned, perhaps not a friend, and his arrival is not welcome
As usual, he prefers the darkness, crouching in a corner of the room, or perhaps in the blind spot of my vision
I can't see him, but I feel his presence, a space that fills one corner of the room, a terrifying entity that inhabits the throne of emptiness
He contemplates me in silence as he delights in the scent of my fear
He reaches out slightly and pats my shoulder, I feel his prods threatening my heart
He seems to toy with me psychologically, like a hunter who believes that the suffering of his prey will add a wonderful flavor to its flesh
Throughout his visits, we have not been friends, I have always believed that he is the Angel of Death
I can smell his heavy breath, I inhale it with difficulty and exhale with it parts of my soul
My body goes numb, the pricks in my heart become deeper
If he were the Angel of Death, would this be his throes
Is it really the end