عشرة السنين
بقلم سامي محفوظ حنا
باعوا عشرة السنين
جرحوا قلوب الطيبين
تغيروا بقوا ناس تانيين
اللي كنا فيهم متعشمين
نبات في حضنهم مطمنين
كنا فاكرينهم أمان
لو غدرت بينا السنين
غدروا بينا هجرونا
استكثروا نفسهم علينا
استخسروا الفرح فينا
سكنوا الدمع عينينا
وزرعوا القلب
حزن وانين
باعوا عشرة السنين
نسوا العيش والملح
نسونا طعم الفرح
عيشونا كل يوم
في جرح
ياما دويناهم
وهم مجروحين
يا خسارة عشرة السنين
كنا فاكرين معدنهم غالي
دهب نقي وصافي
اشتريناهم بالعمر الغالي
وقلبنا ليهم كان صافي
باعونا بالرخيص
والثمن ما كانش وافي
أصل ده طبع الخسيس
يوعد كتير
وبالوعد ما يوافي
عمره ماكان آمين
مهما قال آمين
يا خسارة عشرة السنين
بقلم سامي محفوظ حنا
Ten Years by Sami Mahfouz We sold ten years. They wounded the hearts of good people. They changed. They remained other people. Those in whom we were happy grew in their embrace, at peace. We thought they were safe. If the years betrayed us, they betrayed us. They abandoned us. They lost their lives over us. They lost the joy in us. They settled tears in our eyes and sowed the heart with sadness and groaning. They sold ten years. They forgot life and salt. We forgot the taste of joy. They lived with us every day in wounds. Oh, we healed them while they were wounded. What a loss. Ten years. We thought their metal was expensive. Pure and pure gold. We bought them at a dear age, and our heart for them was pure. They sold us cheaply, and the price was not sufficient. This is the nature of the vile. He promises a lot, and when he promises, he never fulfills his life. Amen, no matter what he says, Amen, what a waste of ten years, by Sami Mahfouz Hanna
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