Khetyar 3al 3ekaza

Arabic

Khetyar 3al 3ekaza

Daye2 lebsek ma 3andek awsa3 meno

Talt terba3 ewlad el 7ayy feki janno

Khetyar eli 3al 3ekaze

3ajnet 3abalo el jazze

Tofl eli 7amelto emo

Yekaghi esmek 3a tmou

W jabti khayye, w s7arti bayye, w dawabti 3amou

Hayda y2elek yo2borni

Hayda ysafer w yghani

W tlameez el madares

Wla wa7ed fihon dares

Enti mra2ti, sra2ti, 7ra2ti el akhbar wel yabes

Mra2ti 3amelti 3aj2et sayr 3al mafare2

3allam ts2al ba3da meen yalli mare2

Police eli 3al eshara wel3atli albo narra

Seyarat taymashihon 3aks el sayr ywadihon

3am yetalla3 feeki enti w msh sa2el fihon

W eli sh3ratou shabou yt7assar 3a shababou

W eli mn martou khayef y3mel 7alou msh shayef

Albo dayeb mitl el 7omra eli fo2 el shafayef

Tetmashi metl el ghezlan, daadi daadi

W yzem 3aliki el fos6an shwaye zyade

W bkhasrek lama tmouji metel el tofl el ghannouje

Khetyar yjen ejnouno w ydabelek b3younu

Ana khayef yew2a3 3al 2ard w 3ekazo ykhouno

Neswan eli e7walayki ye7kou bel hams 3alaiki

W eli tshoufeek 2e2bala tkhabbe mnek rejala

w erfee2etha mn gheeretha ra7 te2tol 7ala

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English

Khetyar 3al 3ekaza

Your clothes are tight, do you have anything looser

Three-fourths of all living men have gone nuts for you

The old man with his cane

Has marriage on his mind

The baby being carried by his mom

Has his name on your lips

You wowed my brother, put a spell on my father and made uncle melt

Some guys say bury me (yo2borni is a compliment not to literally bury someone lol)

Some guys whistle and sing

And the school students

None of them had studied

You passed by, stole the spotlight, and set the grass on fire

You passed and made a traffic jam on the intersection

The world is asking each other "who is this girl who just passed"

You set the police at the traffic light's heart on fire

He's sending the cars on the wrong side of the street

He's got his eyes on you and doesn't care about them

And the old men are missing their young days

And the guy's who are afraid of their wives pretend like they don't see

Their hearts are melting like the gloss atop your lips

You walk like a gazelle, slowly slowly

And the dress you're wearing lifts up a little

And with your hips when you wiggle like a moaning child

The old man is going crazy and he's flirting with you with his eyes

I'm scared he will fall on the floor and his cane will have betrayed him

The women around you talk about all your features

And the ones who see you in front of her are hiding their men from you

And her friend from all her jealousy is going to commit suicide

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