مشيت فى يوم اجري مشوار مجنيني

مشيت في يوم اجري

مشوار مجنني

والعيب مش مني

لكن كدا معايا

وضغوط بتسلبني

تفكير ورؤيايا

هي دي الحيا معايا

نسيت تريحني

واعيش فيدنيايا

بصيت لقيت خلفي

للإلوف بقو معايا

ولا يعرفو قصدي

ولا ايه جرى معايا

اتري الجميع يجري

تقليد كدا مرايا

ووقفت لحظتها

سابو الهوا معايا

جريو وتركوني

ولا ليهم روايا

اتري كدا الدنيا

تكرار كذا روَيا

انا روحت يوم امشي

وابحث في دنيايا

الكل قلدني

ويعيش كوبي مرايا

وان قولت تهواني سَيَارَه بِمرايا

تاني يوم شوفو المنظر

ولدت صاروا حكايا

معرفش كام واحده استر يا مولايا

الكل قلدني سياره وحكايا

نصيحه اعمل ايه

وليه كدا معايا

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English Translation (Poetic Style):

One day I walked, then ran,
Chasing a path that’s driving me mad.
It’s not my fault, I understand,
But life’s been hard, and I feel so sad.
Pressure steals my thoughts away,
This is how life treats me today.

I forgot how to rest,
And just live my own way.

I looked behind and saw a crowd,
Thousands walking in my sway.
They never knew what I was about,
Nor what had happened along the way.
Turns out they all just follow me,
Like mirrors copying endlessly.

I stopped—at that moment,
They left, like wind escaping me.

They ran ahead, left me behind,
Their stories empty, undefined.
That’s how life seems to spin,
Just repeats again and again.

One day I walked, alone once more,
Searching through life, like before.
They copied all I dared to be,
Living as mirrors, not truly free.

When I said I dreamed
Of a car with mirrors all around,
Next day they copied the scene,
Like a tale suddenly renowned.
Don’t know how many tried the same—
Oh Lord, what a shame!
They copied again, my car, my flame.

So what advice should I give?
Why is life treating me this way to live? اج