Enough, traveler, traveler, traveler I woke up one day I felt that I am a stranger, my eyes I felt the treachery of friends and what I thought was my beloved... And this is me, I who sang a song at night in joy, a song in pain, and patience is a song I became in this state, strange, I became a stranger, a stranger, and no one is near me I said I will travel, traveler, traveler I am afraid when you travel to a strange country Oh, you forget that you are passing through your country A lover is waiting With longings that tire him, tire him... Tired of separation and he lit a candle Its light is waiting for you... Oh, and in his eyes is a tear Wipe it with your hand When you come to me again, again Oh, again, again, again From the strange country In two days I will travel Maybe I will meet patience on my path Maybe I will find comfort in my exile I wished to be beside you A lover from your country Staying up for your comfort Rejoicing in your joy And sharing your pain And carrying the worries from you When you come to me again, again Oh, again, again, again From the strange country In two days I will travel Maybe I will meet patience on my path Maybe I will find comfort in My exile I'm afraid to find a rose that's sweet in your eyes You forget me and lean over To pick it with your own hands And the thorns hurt you and you suffer there Pick it with my own hands And don't hurt your own hands Leave the wound to me And keep the joy for yourself Just come back to me again again again again From a strange country That's it Traveler... Traveler... Traveler I woke up one day I felt that I am a stranger, my eyes I felt the betrayal of friends And what I thought was my beloved... And this is me I am the one who sang a ballad at night In joy a ballad And in wounds a ballad And patience a ballad In this state, a stranger I became I am a stranger A stranger And no one is close beside me I said I will travel, a traveler, a traveler I'm afraid When you travel to a strange country, you forget that you are passing through your country A lover is afraid When you travel to a strange country, waiting With longings that tire him, tire him... Tired of separation And lighting a candle Its light is waiting for you... Oh, and in his eyes is a tear Wipe it with your own hands And lighting a candle Its light is waiting for you... Oh, and in his eyes is a tear Wipe it with your own hands When you come to me Again, again, oh again, again, again From a strange country, two days and I'll travel Maybe I'll meet patience on my way Maybe I'll find comfort in my exile For two days and I'll travel I wish I was by your side, my love... my love From your country, staying up all night for your comfort, rejoicing in your joy, sharing your pain, and carrying your worries Rejoicing in your joy, sharing your pain When you come to me, again, again, oh again, again, again From a strange country, two days and I'll travel Maybe I'll meet patience on my way Maybe I'll find comfort in my exile For two days and I'll travel Afraid to find a rose that's beautiful in your eyes, that'll forget me, and lean over to pick it with your own hands Afraid to find a rose that's beautiful in your eyes, that'll forget me, and lean over to pick it with your own hands And the thorns hurt you and you suffer There, there, there Pick it with my own hands And don't hurt your own hands Leave the hurt to me and leave the joy to yourself Pick it with my own hands And don't hurt your own hands Leave the hurt to me and leave the joy to yourself Pick it with my own hands And don't hurt your own hands Leave the hurt to me and leave Joy is yours, just come back to me again, again, again, again, from a strange country. Lyrics by Muhammad Hamza, music by Baligh Hamdi, sung by the comprehensive artist Shadia