بخاف أفرح [Bakhaf Afrah] [Transliteration]

I’m in the middle of this huge world

I feel as if I have no place

I make lots of people happy however, I’m always afraid to rejoice

I’m tired of complaining

Tired of talking

Tired of explaining

How is the explanation gonna heal a wounded heart?

I’m tired of complaining

Tired of talking

Tired of explaining

And I’m the rose that withered before it bloomed!

Life, and I gave up to it years ago!

Years, and I’m forced to complete it.

Life, and whoever got used to it will never be surprised of its actions.

I kept feeling annoyed

I kept feeling sad

No one ever told me: “ it’s okay”

I figured out that it’s better not to show sadness on my face.

I’m tired of complaining

Tired of talking

Tired of explaining

I’m the story, I’m the audience and the theater .

And I’m the picture which is broken inside its frame, neither of which cab be fixed!

After all, it’s me