Текст песни abdel halim - Fortune-teller

She sat(fortune-teller) with fear in her eyes
Contemplating my overturned cup.

She said:
My son, do not be sad.
Love is written for you.
My son, he who dies for the love of the beloved Has died a martyr.

Your cup is a terrifying world.
.You life: travels and wars.
You will love often, my son.
You will die often, my son.
You will adore all the women of the world,
And return as the conquered king.

In your life, my son, there is a woman.
Her eyes – Praise be to Him who is worshipped!
Her mouth is drawn as bunches of grapes;
Her laughter is music and roses.
But your sky is full of rain
and your path blocked.
For your heart’s beloved, my son,
Sleeps in a haunted castle.
The castle is large, my son.
It is guarded by dogs… and soldiers.
Your heart’s princess is sleeping.
He who enters her chamber is lost.
He who asks for her hand,
He who descends the walls of her garden,Is lost.
He who attempts to unbraid her hair,
My son,
Is lost . . . lost.

I have looked and read often,
But never have I read a cup like yours.
I have never known, my son,
Sadness like yours.
It is your destiny ever to walk
In love, upon the edge of a dagger.
To remain lonely as the oysters
Sad as the willow
It is your destiny ever to remain
In the sea of love, without rescue,
To love millions of times,
And to return as the deposed king.