البنفسج و الضباب / عايده ــــ Violet and Fog / Aida

I fused, became strong, and wrote imagination

Then, before the crash, do I ask how are you, oh  me?

It's okay, although I finished my weakness

I recognized my strength, I used to drop it every time

For someone's thinking about me now

While the world is preoccupied with its isolation

Here I think of you,oh  fog

to Violet often write my letters

But it makes a noise when my fingers pass by

There is a yearning for me to reconsider what I'm going for

But what do I do with my fusion in her perfume?

انصهر وأصبح قويا واكتب خيالًا
ثم قبيل الانهيار هل اسأل كيف حالك  يا انا ؟ 
لا بأس ، على الرغم من أنني أنهيت  ضعفي 
تعرفت على قوتي  ، كنت أسقطها في كل مرة 
من اجل شخص ما يفكر بي الآن
في حين ينشغل العالم بعزلته 
انا هنا أفكر فيك ايها الضباب
غالبا ما اكتب للبنفسج رسائلي
لكنه يحدث ضجة حين تمر عليه اصابعي 
ثمة توق يجعلني اعيد النظر فيما انا ذاهب اليه 
لكن ماذا افعل بانصهاري في عطرها

What do you want me to do?

When I see birds, my heart's wing breaks

But when I see the rain, I cried

These pictures do not leave me the choice to forget

I don't know how to hide all the pictures

Your voice has returned and you are leaving

I reached the limits of fatigue

But I finished

Come, just like you I am tired of leaving

Come like dusk, from the long day

Come stingy, tired of leaving me

Let's live on this great night

Or go with the clouds that cross those mountains

In the Valley of Exile, we are looking for a beautiful tree and a shade

If you are tired of leaving, come

Without a hand

I shake hands with the wind

I no longer bend over to hold my back

Without a destination I walk and long paths cut with a salty tear

Without knowing

Sadness builds palm trees

Love your soul until the spirits of the mirage

Without a hand, I look deep inside my chest

When will I save me from a wound

Hey, you are without a hand

Come to the missing destination

Come guess

How do I answer you from the beginning?

I mean how I loved you

I can feel this feeling without knowing it

You know, I am not looking for a bandage

I do not pity my wounds

Like wheat, but there are clouds of locusts

I came back without knowing

And I went without knowing that I love you