Marwan Khoury » Ana Wel Leil
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Benleff f’dawayer wel dounya tleff bina
W dayman nentehi li matra7 ma btadena
Touyour l fagr tayha fi 3atmet l madina bet dour
Ma bnektebch el rassayel ma bnontozorchi radd
La 7add fi yom seme3na wal benesma3 7add
Touyour l 3omr tayha fi 3atmet l madina bet dour
Saknin fi 3alam ya3cha2 el khatar
Fih el touyour tehrab men el chagar
We tehrab eel nougoum men l amar
We tehrab el wougouh men el souwar
Benleff f dawayer nedawwar 3al aman
W nla2ina regue3na tani l’nafs el makan
Nedour, nedour
Benleff f’dawayer wel dounya tleff bina
W dayman nentehi li matra7 ma btadena
Touyour l fagr tayha fi 3atmet l madina bet dour
Ma bnektebch el rassayel ma bnontozorchi radd
La 7add fi yom seme3na wal benesma3 7add
Touyour l 3omr tayha fi 3atmet l madina bet dour
Ne7lam we ne7lam bel 7ayah el moufri7a
Wa atari a7lamna bela agni7a, bela agni7a
Nedour nedour nedour begna7 7azin makssour
Sa3at nechouf l 3atma w sa3at nekoun fel nour
Sa3at 3ouyounna bel assa tefra7
W sa3at be sa3at el fara7 minawwa7a
Ma fish gheir ennena bendour, nedour, nedour
Wala fina chabab za3lan, wala fina chabab radi
Wala 7ader, wala madi,Tourous betleff 3al fadi
Translation:
We swirl in circles and the world swirls along with us
But we always end up at the starting point
Dawn’s birds are lost in the city’s obscurity, turning round
We don’t write letters anymore, neither do we wait for replies
No one ever listened to us, and we don’t listen to anyone
Birds of age are lost in the darkness of the city, turning round
We live in a world with the taste of danger
Where birds escape from the trees
And stars escape from the moon
And faces escape from the frames
We swirl in circles looking for security
And we find ourselves back at the starting point
We turn round, round
We swirl in circles and the world swirls along with us
But we always end up at the starting point
Dawn’s birds are lost in the city’s obscurity, turning round
We don’t write letters anymore, neither do we wait for replies
No one ever listened to us, and we don’t listen to anyone
Birds of age are lost in the darkness of the city, turning round
We dream and dream of a happy ending life
But it seems like our dreams have no wings, no wings
We turn round and round and round, with a broken sad wing
Sometimes we see obscurity, and sometimes we’re in the light
Sometimes our eyes are delighted in moments of sorrow
And sometimes we cry in moments of joy
There’s no present, nor past, and the birds are swirling in vain
We don’t have sad youth, but we don’t have satisfied one either
All we have is to turn round and round and round
