Paroles et traduction Hiba Tawaji - Hayda Chaabi

Hayda Chaabi

وين بروح كل شي بْوجي مسدود
كيف بروح ومسكّرة الحدود
شو اللي صار ليش العالم مرعوب
في قرار لتهجير الشعوب
حتى الريح هرباني من الشوارع
صوتا يصيح متل دياب الغابات
في ضَيَاع والامم عم بتصارع
بِ هالضياع نزوح بالمليارات
خيال الطير ناسي خيالو وهاجر
ما في غير وْراق الشجر حراس
انا رح ابقى برفض إنيّ فلِّ
لو هاجرو كلنّ لوحدي رح ضلّ
حاولو يخللو هالشعوب تملّ
ت يهاجرو من بلادن والشعب يفلّ
هيدي ارضي هيدي ارضي
انا وحدي عن ارضي رح موت
هيدا شعبي وانا شعبي
انا وحدي عن شعبي رح موت
بدي قاتل بدي ناضل
انا وشعبي عن ارضي رح موت
ما في قوّي بتوقّفني
ما في قوّي بتقاومني
سلاحي بايدي الحق بايدي
والحرية سيفي الما بموت
في تغيير والارض عم تزغر
كل شي كبير عم ينقص ويقصر
في تبديل بلاد وعم تتحول
عم بتميل صوب الفقر الاول
صوات ولاد عم تنده وتتوجع
صارو بعاد بملاجي التطهير
هلّي راح راح وما عاد بيرجع
مش مرتاح خايف على المصير
بهالوديان غطِّت الضبابي
نسر وجان صارو ملوك الغابة
مين العم يرسم ويغيّر الكون
مينوي هالساحر سَحَر كِل الكون
مين العم يرسم ويغيرّ اوطان
ع ذوقو يلّون ويلغي الاوطان

Hayda Chaabi

Where will I go when everything is locked?
How will I leave when the borders are closed?
What is happening? Why is the world so scared?
There is a plan to displace the people.
Even the wind has cast me out of the streets.
A voice screams like a furious beast.
There is chaos and nations are fighting.
In this chaos, there is displacement in billions.
The bird's imagination has forgotten its dream and has migrated.
There are only tree leaves standing guard.
I will refuse to flee.
Even if everyone leaves, I will stay alone.
They are trying to make these people tired,
To make them migrate from their countries and scatter.
This is my land, this is my land,
I will die for my land.
These are my people, and I am their people,
I will die for my people.
I want to fight, I want to struggle,
I and my people will die for our land.
There is no force that can stop me,
There is no force that can resist me.
My weapon is in my hand, the truth is in my hand,
And freedom is my sword that will never die.
There is change and the world is shrinking.
Everything big is decreasing and getting smaller.
There is change, countries are changing.
They are leaning towards the first poverty.
The voices of children are calling out and hurting.
They have become distant in the purification shelters.
Whoever has left, has left and will not return.
I am restless, afraid of the fate.
The fog has covered these valleys.
The fox and the wolf have become the kings of the jungle.
Who is drawing and changing the universe?
Who is the magician who has enchanted the whole universe?
Who is drawing and changing homelands?
According to his taste, he colors and cancels the homelands.