Sayed Higab

 


We are born to die.

We give birth for the darkness of soil.

We build for ruin.

Our voice gets loud before it melts in the silence.

Our wasted life escapes in gloomy loneliness.

Thirsty, we run .. run behind mirage.

We live to fill the water in crushed pitchers.

But the amazing truth is that..

Angels and demons still reckon with us.

.

 

بنتولد للموت..

وبنخلف لعتمه التراب

بنبني للخراب

بيعلا صوتنا قبل ما ندوب في السكوت

ويفر عمرنا المهدور في وحده موحشه

ونجري .. نجري.. عطشانين ورا السراب

ونعيش نعبي الميه..

في الأباريق المدشدشه

بس الحقيقة المدهشة

إن الملايكه..

و الأبالسه..

بيعملوا لنا لسه..

ميت حساب !!!


Oh our years!

Do not leak between our hand,

And do not end!

We just barely started.

ما تسرسبيش يا سنينا

من بين ايدينا

ولا تنتهيش

ده احنا يا دوب ابتدينا







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