Paroles et traduction Don Bigg - 12 - Karianist

12 - Karianist

3likom bkit ya li dmou3i lyouma masawya hta ryal
W3likoum wach kayatfaw chmou3i nhar w lil flkaryane
La ma la do la7chich f tabac lwalid 3endi makangoulch lih baba
Mimti 3andha lberd f dlou3 wkhti lakbira katrou 3liya s7abha
7it bghit nkamal 9rayti da7kou 3liya wlad derb
Chnou tkoun ga3 bghiti bi3 hiya lel gharb ya lkalb!
7akma 3liya lfigoura dyali hada houwa lkaryaniste
Galbi rtab wélla 7jar bsbabkoum yalli 9aryin mixte
Nhar lowl khrajt netleb, ma3arafch belli 9bel menni
Kharjou lagaw ras'houm l darb, wzan9a wdarham kharjinha menni
Derb 3andna machi flaktouba, ddarb 3andna f l7em belmous
Lmoussem 3andna dyal ttouma, machi 7ab lamlouk w afouss
L3a9a makaynach f dderb, kayna f tomobilat l9ayd
F jyoub l moracha7 lkelb, lizreb 3lina b lbar9ou9 wlbid
Dak chi 3lach katchoufna ka3yin 3el wad3iya nit
Koulchi fina sakhet 3al dawla 7it
Radditouna
L'karianist, l'karianist
Kan ykoun chi journaliste
Ousstad f la FAC
Ohh ooh oohh
Koun t'hallitou fih
L'karianist, l'karianist
Kan ykoun tbib wella dentiste
Had chi li khellah ydoukh
L'karianist L'karianist
Eeh
Daz lwa9t jawni bnadm bghawni nbi3 l7chich l khout
M9awda 3liya w baghi ll3a9a khassni na3t9 mimti melmout
Lblaka lowla lblaka tanya smayti wellat kadour fel7ouma
Sreyfa mkawna dakhla mkalya la7nach fddarb wellaw ghir houma
Tab3ini bsba7 wlil bsba7 wlil
Merra dmou3 mimti tsil w merra lwe9t katradni hbil
W ka ka katradni hbil
W3amrou ma7dert lcoure del philo
Wakha hakak n2analisy bnadm
Wakha ma3amri glast f bureau
Ila ma3amri 7malt bnadm
Ghir men dak chi likaydirou
Bessa7 belli lyouma nadem
Ta system khaskoum tghayrouh
Khass khass khaskoum tghayrouh
Drari 3andna 9arbou yfayrou
Bghina nkhadmou kich m3amen 7na lifdyourna kansayrou
Safi, safi, safi, safi!
Bdaw kaydakhlouni laflouss
Safi, safi, safi, safi!
K7ab l3a9a bghiti douz
Safi, safi!
Dayra l3a9a koulchi t3ajjab ghir fel lebs
Lmerra louwla tanya talta rrab3a cheddouni fel7ebs
Danger public ma ysla7 ma yli9
Nja7 3ndna w s9ot nta
Had chi li khellah khellah
Ybda ygles ghi fih
Danger public
L'karyanist
Nta li nta li sna3teh bidik
Li derha bi dih y foukha b sennih
Tab guelbi tab guelbi tab khellini netkalem nouh
Chouf system hagar chouf da system haggar
Yedlem eehhh
Masskin mraba3 yeddih ga3ess ychouf w yet2alem eehhh
Tchof bbah tchellet fi l7emha tssamem tssamem tssamem
L blad khessha tzga 9bal maywelli koulchi nadem
Rah janwi wssal le3dam ha wedni mankoum
Ha wedni mankoum
Wa yi ya n3amass
L'karyanist k yebki b dmou3
Wa yi ya n3amass
Hada houwa el mawdou3
Stylo dyali k yebki fog lbonod
Lkaryanist fel habss w fo9 dalla wassm f yedou menotte
Lkaryanist men hna ehhh lkaryanist men lhih ehhh
Lkaryanist men hna ehhh lkaryanist men lhih
Lkaryanist men hna lkaryanist men lhih
Clichet clichy lasse9tou liya
Clichet clichy lasse9tou liya
Lkaryanist men hna lkaryanist men lhih
Had chi li khellah khellah
Had chi li khellah khellah
Yweli danger public

12 - The Villager

I cry for you, my tears today aren't even worth a dime
And for you, my candles burn day and night in the village
No ma la do, hash in my father's tobacco, I can't call him dad
My mother has chills in her eyes, and when she's older, her friends feel sorry for her
Because I wanted to finish my studies, the guys from the neighborhood laughed at me
What will you become, all you want is to sell, you dog!
They judge me by my appearance, this is the villager
My heart, once soft, has turned to stone because of you, those who went to mixed schools
The first day I went out to beg, I didn't know that before me
They went out, found themselves beaten, and the alley took money from me
The way in our neighborhood isn't written, the way in our neighborhood is in the flesh with a knife
Our season is the season of garlic, not the season of kings and shovels
The police aren't in the neighborhood, they're in the mayor's car
In the pockets of corrupt cops, who beat us with clubs and batons
That's why you see us angry about our situation
Everyone among us has kept quiet about the state because
You turned us into
The villager, the villager
He could have been a journalist
A professor at the university
Ohh ooh oohh
If you had just left him alone
The villager, the villager
He could have been a doctor or a dentist
This is what made him go in
The villager The villager
Eeh
At that time, people came to me wanting me to sell hash to the guys
They pressured me, and I wanted money, I needed to free my mother from death
The first deal, the second deal, my name became like a ball in the meat
A small knife turned into a big knife, we became known in the neighborhood, even if it was just them
Follow me morning and night, morning and night
My mother's bitter tears fall, and the bitter time drives me crazy
And ka ka it drives me crazy
I never took a philosophy course
Even so, I analyze people
Even though I never worked in an office
But I never carried anyone
Just from what they do
Honestly, today I regret it
This system, you have to change it
You have, you have, you have to change it
The kids in our neighborhood are about to explode
We want to work, something is wrong, we who are loyal are getting tired
Enough, enough, enough, enough!
Money started coming in for me
Enough, enough, enough, enough!
I wanted to pass the police
Enough, enough!
The police are around, everyone is admired only for their clothes
The first time, the second time, the third time, the fourth time, they caught me in jail
Public danger, he can't be fixed, he doesn't fit in
We succeed, and you fail
This is what made him, made him
Start to just focus on himself
Public danger
The villager
You, you, you made him with that
Whoever throws a stone at him, may his teeth fall out
Please, my heart, please, my heart, let me speak, Noah
Look at the system, it's unfair, look at this system, it's unfair
It oppresses, eehhh
The poor guy is surrounded, he sees and learns, eehhh
He sees his mother selling her flesh, suffering, suffering, suffering
The country needs to change before everyone becomes regretful
Go south and reach the bone, here's my ear, deaf
Here's my ear, deaf
Wa yi ya n3amass
The villager cries with tears
Wa yi ya n3amass
This is the topic
My pen cries on the hood
The villager is in prison, and above his head is a mark, on his hand is a handcuff
The villager from here ehhh the villager from there ehhh
The villager from here ehhh the villager from there
The villager from here the villager from there
Clichet clichy you left me
Clichet clichy you left me
The villager from here the villager from there
This is what made him, made him
This is what made him, made him
Become a public danger