Muamma

Verse 1
My cigarette's tip is burning red again, I can't see the end of my dreams.
Come on, give me joy and sorrow, like a baby in my arms.
Pour water on me, I'm about to hit the road, I'm a traveler soon.
Around the seven hills, the scent of ambergris.
Next to me is the beauty of beauties, the purest of the pure.
Inside me are the remnants of years gone by,
And there are thousands of voices accompanying me, let them not be silenced.
Oh traveler, my friend, your feet are your guide.
Your friend is the cold winds blowing, all humanity is a hand in your eyes.
The water you drink is the flood overflowing from your eyes, this is the price to be paid.
As much as I can, I will strive with the weight of my revenge and the strength of my words.
I prepare myself for the longest roads to be traveled.
Let's pass through these metaphors and go to the truest.
Let's gaze upon the beauty in its perfection...

Chorus (x2)
How many more doors are there to happiness?
I opened, opened the doors, I entered empty houses.
I need help, my luck is on my side.
Don't think it's nice, what I've seen is not, but I'm not sure, everything's a mystery, mystery (Sago) mystery.. (Kaf Kef) mystery.
What I've seen is not nice, but it's a mystery, a mystery...
What I've seen is not nice, but,

Verse 2
I'm somewhere in the middle of life, according to me.
Maybe making it to tomorrow is a miracle, the value of this moment is real.
I won't waste my breath explaining the worthlessness of others,
You think it changes with time (you mean).
It's like a game, you think it will never end.
It was the same warm soup you dipped your bread in.
As long as it stands still, everything cools down, and as it cools, it dies, the fire.
As you chase it, the devil arrives, and as it exists, the stallion neighs.
And in autumn, death comes while winter awakens,
And in spring, leaving while summer flourishes.
One starts life crying, blessed,
One says goodbye without learning to smile.
If it weren't for these feeble comparisons, I wouldn't have a mirror to look into.
Is there another place where I could see myself? (Tell me)
I've never seen a more self-assured weakling than a human.
I've never seen a more ungrateful one, not even in the cats you mention.
I weighed life on my scale, turned my face to the sun and lay down.
Yet even the sun was extinguished by my sorrows.
Anyway, they walked away saying 'forget it' without looking back.

Chorus (x2)
How many more doors are there to happiness?
I opened, opened the doors, I entered empty houses.
I need help, my luck is on my side, don't think.
What I've seen is not nice, but I'm not sure, everything's a mystery, mystery, mystery, mystery.
What I've seen is not nice, but it's a mystery, a mystery.
What I've seen is not nice, but.
Noooooo Sago kaf kafkef
Mystery.