Why Sea is smiling

الورد الأحمر .. فتح ع خدودك بيغري

بيعيش الحلم اللي فيي بيزهر شعري

حلمك اللي هو حلمي عم شوفو حقيقة

متل الصوفي بدور حواليكي وانتي الطريقة

انتي السلام أفردويت وعشتروت قبالي

وانا بعل بعيش الموت و ما ببالي

عالم مثالي…بحلم فيكي انتي وبس

بدون ايمان بالنص ..شعور ينحس

عيشي أحلى الأيام لسا ما اجت ورح تيجي

ورح نحلم ورح نفهم النص المقدس وما ننعس وما ينقص من حبي لأ يزيد

متل الحق ما بيزيدوا الورد إلا عطش

عندي حبيبة لما شوفا بيروح الغبش

بيني وبينك حلمي أنا الفقير للنور

لجناح عصفور بيني وبينك سور وسور

بيني وبينك سور ورا سور وانا لا مارد ولا عصفور بإيدي عود قوال و جسور و أصبحت انا بالعشق متل

دياتي مربطة ما فيي اعمل ايا فعل

انت سري ومن باح بالسر قتل

رح يبقى العبد بعبوديته تحتى يعرف

وانت سر حريتي ودمي اللي عم ينزف

اخ ما احلى الحلم فيكي والموت مشرف

واخ ما ابشع البعد عنك طعمو بيقرف

بحلم فيكي نجمة بتسطع بسمانا

انت النيرفانا بكرة جاي ما رح ينسان

ا سنين عايش ع حلمك برفض الذل

وكلشي عم شوفو بعيوني عليكي عم بيدل

قديش بتحمل وكلشي عم بتحملو كرمالك وشالك الاحمر ضوالي قبالي

وانا العاشق عم قدم دمي قربان

على مدبح الهة بركي بلقاها

وكل ما قرب عم يطول فيني الطريق

بيني وبين السور والحلم العتيق

بيني وبينك سور ورا سور وانا لا مارد ولا عصفور بإيدي عود قوال و جسور و أصبحت انا بالعشق متل

عطيني جناح علميني كيف طير

بدي وصلك لعندك ما بقى بكير

تأخرنا كتير وانت بعدك ورا السور

والحب مأسور ومكسور والنور منثور

عم عيشك ولما شوفك بجن

وانت متل القصب كل ما عتق بيحن

صوتك رنة العود والغول منعو يرن

وشوفي عود موعود بالصوت بس بحدود

شايف الشمس الطريق معبد بالأشواك

في شي بيشدك لقدام وكلشي عم ينهاك

يهدد بالخطيئة الأولى أدم والتفاحة

بينشر العتمة وبيسرق منك المساحة

وانت ع بالك تعيد الإكتشاف من جديد

متل كأنو أنت الحق وأنا المريد

بيني وبينك رقصة صوفي مسو ولع

و بيني وبينك سور من القهر انرفع.

بيني وبينك سور ورا سور وانا لا مارد ولا عصفور بإيدي عود قوال و جسور و أصبحت انا بالعشق متل

English 

The Red Roses bloomed on your cheeks are tempting.

revitalize the dream inside of me, flowering my poetry.

your dream that i can see it mine i can see it real.

like a Sufi i turn around your and you’re the path.

you are the peace Aphrodite and Astarte in front of me

and i’m Baal heading to death with no fears

an ideal world, i dream only about you

with no more believes in holly texts, only the feeling.

live for the best days did not come yet, but it will.

and we’ll dream and we will understand the holly verses.

without being  hypnotized, with my love only increasing never decreasing.

Like a god, as he approaches the light, he’s getting more thirst.

i have a lover, when i see her the haze goes away

between me and you my dream as i’m parched for light

for a bird’s wing, between me and you a wall and another wall.

Between me and you, a wall behind another wall

and i’m not a giant, neither i’m a bird

all what i have is an Oud, bold and courageous.

and then i became a symbol of love.

and now why the sea is smiling? 

as i’m walking down the road filling my pottery wares?

give me a wing show me how to fly

i wanna reach it’s not early anymore

we’ve been so late, and you’re still locked behind the wall

and love is captivated, broken, while light is scattered.

i live in you and i go crazy when i see you

and you’re like a reed increasing it’s tenderness as it’s getting older.

your voice is the resonance of an Oud and the Ghoul prevented it from resonating.

can you imagine an oud has been promised by phoneme, but with limits?

i can see the sun, the road is paved with thistles.

something is pushing you forward and everything else obstructs you.

threatening you with the first sin ” Adam and the Apple”

spreading the darkness and stealing the space from you.

and you’re just willing to repeat the discovery over and over again.

as if you were the goddess and i am the disciple

between me and you a dance of a Sufi in his Nirvana.

and between me and you a wall been built with subjugation.

Between me and you, a wall behind another wall

and i’m not a giant, neither i’m a bird

all what i have is an Oud, bold and courageous.

and then i became a symbol of love.

and now why the sea is smiling? 

as i’m walking down the road filling my pottery wares?

my hand are handcuffed i can’t take any action

you’re my secret and who revealed the secret got killed

the slave will remain in his slavery until he knows it.

and you’re the secret of my freedom, and my bleeding blood.

oh, how beautiful to dream about you, while death is an honor.

and how painful it is to stay away from you, it taste so nasty.

i dream about you, like a star shining in our sky,

you like the Nirvana, tomorrow which is coming and we’ll never give us up.

for years i survive with my dreams about you rejecting the humiliation.

and all what i see about in my eyes, just refers to you.

how much can i stand, and all what i’m resisting for, is you

and your red scarf illuminated my road on my way to your majesty.

and i am the lover, i’m donating my blood in a sacrifice.

on the altar of a goddess, with the hope to meet her.

and as i’m approaching, the road is getting longer.

between me and you there is the wall, and the old dream.

Between me and you, a wall behind another wall

and i’m not a giant, neither i’m a bird

all what i have is an Oud, bold and courageous.

and then i became a symbol of love.

and now why the sea is smiling? 

as i’m walking down the road filling my pottery wares?

Italiano

I fiori rossi che si sono sbocciati sulle tue guancia sono molto attraenti

E fanno vivere il sogno dentro me e fioriscono la mia poema

Vedo il tuo sogno – che è anche mio- una realtà

Giro attorno a te come i sufi e tu sei il metodo

per me tu sei la pace, Afrodite e Ashtarut

E io sono Baal che vivo la morte e non gli importa

In un mondo ideale, sogno soltanto di te

Senza credere nel testo, ma nell’emozione

ViviI giorni più belli non sono ancora avvenuti

Quando arriveranno possiamo capire anche il testo sacro

Senza addormentarci e il mio amore non diminuirà,

anzi sarà più forte come la verità tra me e te il mio sogno,

io ho bisogno della luce e delle ali

tra me e te c’e un muro e un altro muro

tra me e te un muro

e io non sono né un gigante né un uccello

ho solo un liuto, canzoni e ponti

e nell’amore sono diventato un esempio

perché il mare ride ?

e io sto scendendo porto le vasellame

Dammi le ali e insegnami come volare

Voglio raggiungerti perché non è più presto

Siamo stati ostacolati e tu sei dietro le mura

e l’amore è in cattività e la luce cosparsa, spezzata

Vivo in te e quando ti vedo mi impazzisco

Tua voce è come il suono del liuto e il gigante lo interrompe

Vedo la nostra via piena di ostacoli

C’è sempre qualcosa che ci ostacola

E che Fa ricordare il primo peccato di Adamo e la mela

Annerisce tutto e ti ruba lo spazio

E tu vorresti far ritornare l’invenzione di nuovo

come se tu avessi stata una dea e io sono il scolaro

Fra me e te una danza sufi con tanto amore

Fra me e te un muro di oppressione demolito

tra me e te c’e un muro e un altro muro

tra me e te un muro

e io non sono né un gigante né un uccello

ho solo un liuto, canzoni e ponti

e nell’amore sono diventato un esempio

perché il mare ride ?

e sto scendendo porto le vasellame

non posso fare niente con le mani legate

tu sei il mio segreto; chi svela il segreto sarà giustiziato

lo schiavo rimarrà così finché sarà consapevole

e tu sei il segreto della mia libertà e il mio sangue che scorre

Oh … quanto è bello sognare di te e la morte è un onore

Oh…. quanto è disgusto allontanarmi da te

Sogno di te una stella che illumina nel nostro cielo

Tu sei la Nirvana e domani arriverà e non ci scorderà

Da anni che vivo sognando di te e rifiutando l’umiliazione

E tutto quello che vedo nei miei occhi indica a te

Quanto ho supportato e tutto era per te

E la tua sciarpa rossa si illumina davanti a me

Io sono l’innamorato che liba il suo sangue

sull’altare di una dea nella speranza di incontrarla

Ogni volta la via sembra avvicinata, si allontana di più

Tra me e tre un muro e un vecchio sogno

tra me e te c’e un muro e un altro muro

tra me e te un muro

e io non sono né un gigante né un uccello

ho solo un liuto, canzoni e ponti

e nell’amore sono diventato un esempio

perché il mare ride ?

e sto scendendo porto le vasellame

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