Translation of the song مليت من الغربه artist Warda Al-Jazairia

مليت انا مليت من الغربه .. وتعبت من الترحال

I am sick, sick I tell you, of feeling like a foreigner... and I'm tired of voyaging

وقسيت حياه صعبه .. وقضيت ليالي طوال

I have endured a hard life... and I have spent many a night

من غير حبايبنا .. ايه يسوا تغريبنا

Without our loved ones... what good is our estrangement

وإن كان معانا المال .. دا حنا في غربتنا

Even if we've got money... we're still away from home

لو لحظه تعبتنا .. بتبان همومنا جبال

If for one moment we feel tired... our troubles seem like mountains

مـلـيـت انـا مـلـيـت مـن الغـربـه

I am sick, sick I tell you, of feeling like a foreigner

الحلم خذنا معاه .. وسفرنا على دنياه

Our dream took us away with him... made us travel with him to his world

وصحينا يوم لقيناه وهم وسراب

And we woke up one day only to find out he was a delusion and a mirage all along

من غير حبايبنا .. ايه يسوا تغريبنا

Without our loved ones... what good is our estrangement

وإن كان معانا المال .. داحنا في غربتنا

Even if we've got money... we're still away from home

لو لحظه تعبتنا .. بتبان همومنا جبال

If for one moment we feel tired... our troubles seem like mountains

مـلـيـت انـا مـلـيـت مـن الغـربـه

I am sick, sick I tell you, of feeling like a foreigner

ملناش هنا احباب .. مين يعشق الأغراب

We have no loved ones here... who would love a foreigner

إلا اللي لو أسباب .. مهما حلف او قال

For whatever reason in the world... no matter what they say

من غير حبايبنا .. إيه يسوا تغريبنا

Without our loved ones... what good is our estrangement

وإن كان معانا المال .. داحنا في غربتنا

Even if we've got money... we're still away from home

لو لحظه تعبتنا .. بتبان همومنا جبال

If for one moment we feel tired... our troubles seem like mountains

مـلـيـت انـا مـلـيـت مـن الغـربـه

I am sick, sick I tell you, of feeling like a foreigner

آن الأوان يا زمان .. نرجع على الأوطان

The time has finally come... to go back to the homeland

ونخذها بالأحضان .. دا البعد عنها ظلال

Take it into our bosom... for being far from it is darkness

من غير حبايبنا .. ايه يسوا تغريبنا

Without our loved ones... what good is our estrangement

وإن كان معانا المال .. داحنا في غربتنا

Even if we've got money... we're still away from home

لو لحظه تعبتنا .. بتبان همومنا جبال

If for one moment we feel tired... our troubles seem like mountains

مـلـيـت انـا مـلـيـت مـن الغـربـه

I am sick, sick I tell you, of feeling like a foreigner