Nina abdelmalak - I am looking for myself
عم ادور على حالى اسال انا مین
I am looking for myself asking who am I?
وبعد اللیالى بقلبى حنین
And I count the nights, there is a longing in my heart
بحكى انا قصة ما عادت تنقال
I am telling a story that not being told anymore
او حتى شى ذكرة ماعم تخطر على بال
Or even an inconceivable memory
ماعندى لاماضى افكارى مفترقین
I don’t have a past…my thoughts are shattered
عم ادور على حالى اسال انا مین
I am looking for myself asking who am I?!
خلف البحر فى قصة كتبتها الریح العتیقة
Behind the sea there is a story written by the relic winds
صفحتها المنسیة غصة بقلب الجرح غریقة
It is forgotten page hurt in a broken heart…drowned
قصة هیة حبت هو مرء معهن العمر عدى سهوة
A story of her loved him…life has passed with them like a blink (oversight)
هیة الغربة بیتها صار وهو على بعدو على باب الدار
Alienation become her home and he is still waiting on the door step
ناطر بلكى یرجع یوم وینهو سوا المشوار
Waiting one day he might return back and they finished their path together
عم ادور على حالى اسال انا مین
I am looking for myself asking who am I?!
تحت الشتي فى وردة على احفاف الرصیف
Hidden in the winter there is a rose on the edge of the sidewalk
ناطرت حتى یمضى ویتركها الخریف
She is waiting till the winter pass and the autumn leave
بلكى بتنسى ها الفرقة وترجع لقلبى الدقة
Maybe she would forget the departure and the beat return back to her heart
تكبر بلیلى الحزین بتلاقى بترجع حنین
Grown on her sad night…she found that she is still longing
بتصیر حكایة الناس بترجع بالماضى سنین
She became the talk of the people, she return back years on the past
عم ادور على حالى اسال انا مین
I am looking for myself asking who am I?!
عم ادور على حالى اسال انا مین
I am looking for myself asking who am I?!
وبعد اللیالى بقلبى حنین
And I count the nights, there is a longing in my heart
بحكى انا قصة ما عادت تنقال
I am telling a story that not being told anymore
او حتى شى ذكرة ماعم تخطر على بال
Or even an inconceivable memory
ماعندى لاماضى افكارى مفترقین
I don’t have a past…my thoughts are shattered
عم ادور على حالى اسال انا مین
I am looking for myself asking who am I?!
I don't think I miss things. I think to miss something is to hope that it will come back, but it's not coming back.