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Friday, June 1, 2012

The Claimed Years..!




كنا نتـلاقى من عشيــهـ
و نقعد على الجسر العتيــق
و ينزل على السهل الضبـابِ
يمحي المـدى و تمحي الطريق
و ما حدا يعرف بمطرحـنا
غير السما و ورق تشـرين
و يقللي بحبكـ .. انا بحبكـ
و يهرب فينا الغيم الحـزين

يا سنيني اللي راح ترجعيـلي
ارجعيلي شي مرة ارجعيـلي
و انسيني ع باب الطفولهـ
تااركد بشمس الطرقـات
يا سنين اللي راح تـرجعيلي
ارجعيلي شي مرة ارجعيـلي
رديلي ضحكاتي اللي راحوا
اللي بعدا بزاوايا الساحـات

بتتذكر شو حكــيوا عليي
لما نطرت و انت نسيــت
و صار الشـتي ينزل علــيي
و اجا الصيف و انت ما جيت
يا سنيني اللي راح ترجعيـلي
ارجعيلي شي مرة ارجعيـلي
و انسيني ع باب الطفولهـ
تااركد بشمس الطرقـات
يا سنين اللي راح تـرجعيلي
ارجعيلي شي مرة ارجعيـلي
رديلي ضحكاتي اللي راحوا
اللي بعدا بزاوايا الساحـات

We used to meet at the sunset
Sit on the old bridge
Watching the fog descends on the plain
Erasing both horizon and roads
Our converge was unknown
Apart from sky and October’s leafs
He told me how he loves me
I love you
Then, the sad clouds escaped within us

O my claimed years, would you return
Please return back, though once
Then, leave me at my childhood
Let me run in the sunny alleys
O my claimed years, would you return
Please return back, though once
Restore my claimed laughs
Whose echo at each corner
I remember how they described me
When I waited, though you forgot
Under the rain, I had waited
Till the summer returned, but you did not

O my claimed years, would you return
Please return back, though once
Then, leave me at my childhood
Let me run in the sunny alleys
O my claimed years, would you return
Please return back, though once
Restore my claimed laughs
Whose echo at each corner

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