At the end of the year.. Written by.. Saleh Mansour.. في نهاية السنه.. بقلم.. صالح منصور

At the end of the year, by Saleh Mansour, I will ask you, who are you? You are my soul that has lived in the body for years, or you are the one who has known her for two days. If you were her.. Why were you sad, my love?? Why do you torture me when I laugh? Or when I'm happy you blame me..?? Laughing, in your opinion, was a crime. If you were her... Tell me, why were you sad? Maybe because of all those who died in Syria... and Iraq... and Libya... and the waterfalls... or because of my beloved son... and the memories are good to say... where can joy be in a child’s laugh or the sparkle in an eye or in the touch of an innocent hand and a kiss? A fire can be extinguished by the word “I love you” from... The lips of a bold girl, so tell me... who are you, Saleh Mansour? 

فى نهاية السنه 

بقلم صالح منصور 

هسئلك انت مين ؟

انت روحى اللى

سكنه فى الجسد من سنين

او انت اللى لسه عارفها من يومين 

لو انت هى .. ليه يا عمرى كنت حزينه ؟؟

ليه لما اضحك .. تعذبينى ؟

او لما افرح تلومينى ..؟؟

كان الضحكه فى عرفك جريمه

لو انت هى .. قول ليه كنت حزينه ؟

ممكن علشان كل اللى مات

فى سوريا ..والعراق .. وليبيا .. والشلالات

او علشان حبيبتى نجلى .. والذكريات

طيب قول ... الفرح فين 

يمكن فى ضحكة طفل 

او لمعه فى عين 

او فى لمسة ايد بريئه 

وبوسه يمكن تطفئ حريقه 

كلمة بحبك من شفايف بنت جريئه

قولى بقا .. انت مين 

                            صالح منصور