في مرات، صايرة كتير، بسأل حالي انا مين
و بعرف لما انسى اسأل حالي شي

في اوقات مدري كيف، بيكمش قلبي عالخفيف
و بيرجع بيفتح، بعدا دايما برجع بفرح

و في ايام، بين التنين، ببطل اعرف انا وين
و ازا اجى حدا ليسألني مين بكون كيف بقول
مين
سألوني انا مين
انا مين، سألوني انا مين

انو كيف بدي ضلني عيدها هي زاتها نفس اللعبة
مش قليلة اعمل من حياتي كلّا قصة وحدة
انا مني دايماً زاتها
و كلما طلع عبالي بصير ... حدا تاني
... حدا تاني بصير، حدا تاني
كل ما طلع عبالي فيي صير

عبطير
عمبسرح بهل أعالي
و ما في شي على بالي
غير صوت العصافير
هَي انا لما بكون عمبطير
أو فيي اوووولع
بلحظة اقلب حالي نار
لشعلة جايي تنوِّر دار
انا هون و هونيك
انا هيدي و هيديك

سألوني انا مين
انا حالي و الملايين
انا هيدي و هيديك
انا هون و هونيك

ما كل ما قلت عن حالي شيَ
بلاقي حالي علقت فيه

English translation “Ana Min”

There are times, oftentimes, where I ask myself who I am
And I get my answer when I forget to ask myself anything
At other times, how to say, my heart contracts ever so slightly,
but then it always reopens, and I go back to feeling the joy all over again

And there are some in between days, where I don’t even know where I am anymore
So if someone comes and asks me who I am, what can I say?
and they ask me who I am
Who am I? They ask me who I am

Tell me how I am supposed to choose being stuck in the same loop
It is a lot to ask of me to reduce my whole life to a single story
whereas I am never the same
And every time I feel like it, I become … someone else
I become someone else, someone else…

I can be
wandering in the higher realms,
with nothing on my mind
but love and all the birds
That's me when I'm flying around

Or I can burst into flames
in an instant, transform into fire
for a torch coming to light up a home
I am this, and the other
I am here and I am there

I am the carrier of time
I am the heart of the volcano
and I get what it says and why it sometimes chooses to sleep
I am the pulse of the universe
And get myself known as I drown in my own being

I am the tender love
And I am the secret of silence
And I stop talking so I can hear
I am the echo of the valleys
I am the echo
of all those who want to say

They ask me who I am
And how am I supposed to answer
when I know beyond a doubt
that every time I say something about myself,
I find myself trapped in it
every time I say something about me,
I am trapped

They ask me who I am; I am myself and…
They ask me who I am; I am myself and…
They ask me who I am; I am myself and the millions
They ask me who I am; I am myself and the millions