
Date of issue: 31.12.2017
Song language: Arab
Fil Sama(original) |
الحفلة زحمة مليانة وشوش كتير اعرفها |
خيلان و عمام و اسامى لسه صعب انطقها |
عشرة و محبة واضحين مبين الناس حواليه |
بيقولو ده عيد ميلادى الحفلة ديه معموله ليا |
مبين كتير هداية كان جواب مبعوت لإسمى |
مكتوب عليه بخط امى لحبيبى ابنى |
طب ليه جواب ما انتى دايماً جنبى طول الوقت |
بلاش لماضة بقى افتح جوابك لو سمحت |
قالتلى فى الجواب كل سنة وانت زيى |
ما انت جوه قلبى فى المكانة ملكش زيي |
تكبر و اشوفك زى ما انت عايز تبقى عايز |
كده او كده حبيبى و لكلام جوابى حاسس |
و كبرت اكتر و سنينى زادت عن صوابعى |
عصبى و صوتى عالی أمى خافت يبقى طبعى |
فقالتلى يا ابنى خلي بالك دايما من كلامك |
الكلمة سيف يا تقل منك يا تزيد مقامك |
و فى يوم رجعت من المدرسة متبهدل مـ التراب |
و سألت إزاى الغدر ممكن يجى مـ الصحاب |
و حكتلها الخناقة و سمعتني بكل صبر |
و قالتلى لما تهدى ابقى اقرأ من أول سطر |
كانت كتبالى جواب عن الصحاب و الجدعنة |
و قالتلى اختار الي يقول احنا بدل ما يقول أنا |
و اعرف ان الصحاب لا بالكترة ولا بالعدد |
فى الشدة هما اتنين تلاتة عليهم تعتمد |
فى السما بشوفك لما الدنيا بيا تضيق |
و فى الليل بحكيلك عن كل قديم و جديد |
فى غيابك دايما جنبى |
كلامك محفور فى قلبى |
رسالتك مش بس كلام |
رسالتك إنسان أكونُ |
و كبرت اكتر |
و الدنيا كبرت اكتر بيا |
و بدأت أحس جوة منى إحساس جديد عليا |
فحكيتلها عن أحلى بنت |
فى الجامعة كلها |
وصفتها لأمي قلت مشفتش زيها |
مش عارف أقولك إيه بس شكلى بحبها |
قلتيلي احكيلي عنها اكتر قولى اسمها |
مش عارف |
و متضحكيش عليا انتى كمان |
متسرع على طول مدلوق من صغرى من زمان |
فقالت لي اهم حاجة لما تحب لازم تقدر |
تعرف قيمة حبيبتك و لأحلامها اياك تكسر |
و متستعجلش |
قول الكلمة لما تحسها |
و اوعاك تخبى عنها حاجة دايما قولها |
عدت سنين كتير و شوفتى ولاد ولادك |
رغم الفراق ما بينا عمر ما عيد ميلادى فاتك |
بتجيلى فى كل فرحة و بردو لما تضيق عليا |
أنا مش مصدق انى عمرى ما شوفتكيش بعنيا |
ربي اختارك تكوني جنبه و انا لسة فى اللفة |
اكيد مكانك أحلى وأنا مبسوط لك أنتي عارفة |
فكتبتى ليا لوحدى يجى ألف جواب و قصة |
بتحاولى تعوضينى عن اللى فاتنى و اللى لسة |
بس انتى بتوحشينى |
و بتمنى تكوني قربي |
طول عمري بحس بيكى |
فكان نفسى تحسى حبى |
سمعانى اكيد يا امى |
و اكيد كمان شايفانى |
لو مش شايفك بعينى فقلبى شايفك من مكانى |
فى السما بشوفك لما الدنيا بيا تضيق |
و فى الليل بحكيلك عن كل قديم و جديد |
فى غيابك دايما جنبى |
كلامك محفور فى قلبى |
رسالتك مش بس كلام |
رسالتك إنسان أكونُ |
(translation) |
The party is crowded and full of confusion, which I know |
Two horses, uncles, and names that are still difficult to pronounce |
Ten and clear love shows the people around him |
They say this is my birthday, this party is for me |
Showing a lot of guidance was an answer sent to my name |
Written on it in my mother's handwriting for my beloved son |
Why is the answer why you are not always beside me all the time? |
Blah blah bga open your answer please |
She told me in the answer every year and you are like me |
You are not the essence of my heart in the position of Malakish Zei |
Grow up and see you as you want to stay wanted |
Keda or Keda, my love, and for the words of my answer, I feel |
And I grew older and my years were beyond my control |
I am nervous and my voice is loud, my mother is faint, and it remains my nature |
She said to me, my son, keep your mind always on your words |
The word is a sword, or less than you, or increase your position |
And one day I came back from school drenched in dirt |
And I asked how treachery can come from the companions |
And the noose hit her and she listened to me patiently |
And she told me when she calmed down, read from the first line |
My books were an answer for companions and courage |
And she told me to choose who says we instead of who says me |
And I know that the companions are neither in abundance nor in number |
In distress, they are two, three depend on them |
In the sky I see you when the world narrows down |
And at night I tell you about everything old and new |
In your absence, always beside me |
Your words are engraved in my heart |
Your message is not just words |
Your message is a human being |
And I got older |
And the world has grown more with me |
And I began to feel inside me a new feeling for me |
So I told her about the sweetest girl |
in the whole university |
I described it to my mother, I said I didn't see it like it |
I don't know what to tell you, but I love it |
You told me to tell me more about her, tell me her name |
I do not know |
And don't laugh at me, too |
Hasty along sloppy from the youngest of time |
She said to me the most important thing when you love, you must appreciate |
You know the value of your sweetheart and her dreams |
And don't rush |
Say the word when you feel it |
And don't hide something from her that she always says |
I went back many years and saw your children's children |
Despite the separation between us, you never missed my birthday |
You come to me in every joy and also when you narrow me down |
I can't believe I never saw you mean to me |
My Lord chose you to be beside him while I am still in the circle |
Surely your place is better and I am happy for you, you know |
So you wrote to me alone, a thousand answers and a story would come |
You try to compensate me for what I missed and what I still have |
But you miss me |
And I wish you were near me |
All my life I feel you |
So I felt my love |
Hear me for sure, mom |
And sure, you see me too |
If I don't see you with my eyes, my heart will see you from my place |
In the sky I see you when the world narrows down |
And at night I tell you about everything old and new |
In your absence, always beside me |
Your words are engraved in my heart |
Your message is not just words |
Your message is a human being |