Bala Esem

Sho bet5abes 7ake

Play with me a game with no rules

And let the saint be bad and the demon be good

Or let them be who they are, w t5abesesh 7ake

Let the radical people rule the world, and change it

And the rest live the world they shaped

Afkar afkar afkar, wa7ad benjan, 7ata ljonon yseer l7a2e2a

Drunkenness and dreaming are my strongest enemies even though I desire them

They are the only weapons that can break through the shields and walls of my mind

Blacksmith, fire, yes, chains, make the material stronger!

Sanity has left me long time ago, or it left the world and remained with thee

When flowery rivers flow, uttering the lovers name, reflecting thy beauty

Sot lnay, naseem lba7ar, all the things that calm the wild waves

Or is it the rage, and shouts, or is it both

Hat efham lnas

Sometimes people just cannot differ between subjective and objective

And start uttering worthless words decorated with shit

(this idea is also subjective)

And let us speak of divinity and plans, aha, adaseyet l7aya

Really?! I mean look around you, watch the world and learn, again, really?!

Nas 3al2ane bel made mesh 3arfe tetla3 meno

The way I see it, a long unmoving chapter makes a stupid book

(Subjective again, judge me not), ra7 ajareb ade ba2dar a7kom 3alek ha2al eshe

Madamo kol eshe ente mara2to howe ele 3emlak esh ente,

w2ay eshe tane kan be3melak bane2adam tane

Life is full of options, sometime you have a choice;

Choosing between living or dying while living (depression)

Remember the armory, the strength of the mental

And a howl made my day

They call me in the night, you see

I follow them in my dreams

But the thing about dreams if they come true

They would be dreams no more

Ro7 efham

And the thorns grow sometimes in the flowery fields

And I lose myself, and I hate this season

But are the thorns not part of the field as well?

I try to cut them, but I can’t, because it is not truly so

You see you can hide things, but not kill them

Nothing actually dies, things just change form

Oltelak roo7 efham,

bas yalla mesh mohem hat nerfa3 kas la kol eshe momken yenrafa3lo kas

The shadows grant me peace

And sometimes it is the light

And there’s a lot in between

But darkness knows how to rule me

And shadows of reality, Oo, leshya2 ele bte3mele eyaha

Sometimes it is easier to merge within the stream

Than go against it

Hay lama bedkash shwayet mo3’amara lazeze wbetkon ta3ban

Mesh 3’alat , mesh 3’alat, 7asab esh bedak

Well, the objective world is built of one truth

Alongside the human subjective world which is build of many lies put together

So let the world live its lie, and let me live mine

Let time name me, and let the wind carry me

And my legs aid me in getting carried faster or slower

Fa hat efham, ana bala esem ya 3ame

Daye3 be hada l3alam lmota3’ayer, mesh 3aref sho bede

And… ar, a Change of Heart …