Lyrics and translation Idir - Les larmes de leurs pères - Imettawen n imezwura

Les larmes de leurs pères - Imettawen n imezwura

Tuliḍ s adrar-inek
S terzeft i tudrin
S isefra-nni n at zik
I tesniḍ tiwiztin
Yezwer-ak deg uvrid
Uɛessas n tmedlin
Ṭreḍqen yeffeɣ ṣṣut
Ulac anda ur slin
Tḥuza tazemmurt
Tergagi yal tiɣilt
Di Tizi kkren-as
Warraw n teqvaylit
Kksen-d afud di lxuf
Di lvaṭel di teɣṛi
F i run imezwura
Imeṭṭawen n zzit
I d yulin ɣef aman
Tesqaṭar tnifift
Ya lḥan cnan
Af tergin yeṛɣan
S wedfel vu tseḍṣa
Asirem i walan
Avrid i ufan
S teftilt n tegrawla
Ḥkan tilufa-nsen
Llan daw usigna
Yuli-d yiṭij-nsen
F ayen i tettu ccetwa
Qemren i d yeqqimen
Ur ttagaden ara
Ṭawlen iqeṛṛa-nsen
F tlelli f uzekka
Ccna-nsen d ilelli
Wi izemren ad t-yemḥu
Llant tyemmatin
Kksent-asen akukru
Ɣas erret-d ayla-nwen
Kkset-t-id seg uṛɣu
Deg imeṭṭawen n imezwura
Amezruy ad s yecfu
D nutni i yeqqaren
Ad neṛṛeẓ wala ad neknu
Ya lḥan cnan
Af tergin yeṛɣan
S wedfel vu tseḍṣa
Asirem walan
Avrid i ufan
S teftilt n tegrawla
Deg usamar s amalu
Deg anẓul s agafa
La d iteddu waḍu
Yenneḍ-as adrar luḍa
Ad yessizdig annar
Ma ara yeɛnu lɣella
Ad yesself i ujeǧǧig
N yevrir taggara
Winna akken i yeswan
S imṭṭi n imezwura

Tears of Their Fathers - Imettawen n imezwura

You came from your mountain
With the echo of the river
With the songs of our mother
In the tyranny of the night
They threw you into a prison
The chains of poverty
You pierced yourself to the bone
There is no place where you don't sleep
You sing a song of exile
You roam from village to village
In Tizi they call you
Bard of Kabylia
They planted a tree on the hill
In the valley, in the oasis
In the shade of the vines
Olives of the mountains
Which grow on the earth
The nightingale sings
Oh my beloved
The wind blows and carries
The scent of orange blossom
The birds will sing
The garden will bloom
With the scent of orange blossom
Look at our children
They have the same features
They are our future
In what we have suffered together
The pain we have endured
We will never forget
We will always remember
In the night in the day
Our history is our light
That we can never erase
They are wounds
That the executioner gave us
Even when peace returns to us
We will never forget
In the tears of the veterans
History will tell
It is up to us to say
To forgive or to remember
Oh my beloved
The wind blows and carries
The scent of orange blossom
The birds will sing
The garden will bloom
With the scent of orange blossom
In the summer with the wind
In the winter with the rain
There is no water
The mountain tells him to go down
To put out the fire
But he doesn't want to listen
He will lose his life
In the end
That's how it is
With the tears of the veterans