Paroles et traduction Ikaz - Africano

Africano

نشفى كي بدات لحكاية
كان في عمري 4 سنين
تمنيت مانعيشها telment
حليب يما مازالو ف السني
مالقري لهم لي مسني
شايف لاميزار لا beauté
كي درت فبالي لعايلة تقعد
Toujours a mes cotés
قاعد نخزر فيما
فهمني واش صرا با
ب 12 دولار باعوني لمول لمحل تاع زرابا
دوك قولي شكون لي بيا
ابار في كتافي لقبي l′argent حبو يدخلو بيا
باش يعرسو لخويا لكبير
لازم نخدم حق الدين
باش يطلقوني للدار
نحيت من روحي ومديت مي جي نهار لي نخلف التار
مي باعد مادوني locale
مالقيت لحرفة فيدي
قالي لمعلم il faux تقرا عام باه تفهم l'idée
لبروف يقول مي الميتي مليحا فراسك قد ماتدي
باسكو الغلطا راح تزيد على والديك قيمت الدين
Enfin
دخلوني للمحل مور ما كملت عامين
كانت باينة ماكاش الحل
وليت اونديري عابيد
قعت نفيس بلعاني والخزرات عليا يفوتو
قالك لي تلقاه مكتف سير حاب يرحب بموتو
كاين الي شقا على قوتو . كاين لي سمح فخوتو
كاين لي حاب يدير لحس دار قرعة مور فيلوتو
داخل لصالة نخدم وانا اسم العايلة ناسيه
رحب بيا مسلم pourtant كان اسمي اقبال المسيح
جاني واحد مسلح لقماش فوق ظهري سلع
مقدرتش نزيد نطابس وانا حياتي قاع مسمح
كي خزرت فروحي لمحت للقصة صح فيا تاكل
قطرة من عيني دمعت مي على الهربة راني متاكل
بديت نتمتم وخايف نلقاهم يسمعو فيا
و كل دقيقو دجوز نتفكر العايلة نهار لي سمحو فيا
الاج دو 10 ans كبرت وبديت نحس فروحي واعي
كي ديكوفريت يلي الهربة بلاك تكون حلي الوحيد
درت الكوراج وسكسفيت
ماكاش ليدارها كيفي
كي شفت نتاجي حرين فقلبي لهبت نار الغيرة
قاهم لمعلم خلي براحتو يمد لموتو C.V
جامي لا تصعابلي تالمو باكستان صغيرة
هارب و تالفة طريقي مالقيت بيها وين النروح
مالقيتش لحنانة كو روبريزي شكو يداوي لجروح
تالمو خفت يصيبوني غطيت راسي بالفولار
ضمتني جبهة لقيتها تنادي بتحرير الطفولة
لقاتني بزاف نتالم
منها بدات فيا تعلم
قدام منلحاق للموند عطاوني فرصة باش نتكلم
في قلبي بديت نكلم . مابقاش و ناري تطفى
غير بالعقل بديت مالعبودية نصوفي الاطفال
جاني مصغر وقالي تمنيت نولي كيفك
بديت ننشر ف التوعية بعد ما وليت رمز الكفاح
زعما وليت محروس تحت درا لامان تغطيت
مي مور الشي لي درتو بين يدين المولا تحطيت
قالهم مسكين تمنى بالخير يبني باطيمات
فالجريدة عليا كتبو كي كا يكومباطي مات
خلوني نصارع عا لحياة ونموت وحدي
Tellement
تقتلت a لاج de 12 ans
قبري رفدو قاع الموند
لي عليا كامل درتو ابار سا شي مايهمني
و مالقري مانيش مسلم مي تجوز كي نقول
《 الله يرحمني 》.

Africano

The story started when I was healed
At the age of 4
I wished I never lived it, so much
Mother's milk still on my teeth
I don't understand those who hurt me
Seeing misery, not beauty
When I imagined a family to stay
Always by my side
I'm looking at what happened
Understand me, what happened dad
They sold me for 12 dollars to the owner of a shoe store
Now tell me who is with me
A burden on my shoulders, they call me money, they want to enter with me
To marry my older brother
I have to work for the right of religion
To be released to the house
I took it from myself and gave it, maybe one day I will inherit the fire
But they kept me local
I couldn't find a craft in my hand
The teacher told me, you have to study for a year to understand the idea
The professor says, but the ability is good in your head as much as you take
Because the mistakes will increase the value of the religion on your parents
Finally
They put me in the store after I finished two years
It was obvious there was no solution
I became a slave under them
I fell precious with suffering and the blows pass over me
He said that whoever finds him tied up, go, he wants to welcome his death
There are those who strived for his strength. There are those who forgave their mistakes
There are those who want to lick a bottle behind the velvet
Inside the hall I work and I forget the name of the family
Welcome me, Muslim, yet my name was Iqbal al-Masih
A man came to me armed with cloth over my back
I couldn't continue to work while my life was all forgiven
When I looked at myself, I noticed the story really eating away at me
A tear fell from my eye, but I am eaten by escape
I started muttering and afraid they would hear me
And every minute that passed, I remembered the family the day they let me go
At the age of 10 I grew up and started to feel conscious
When I discovered that escape might be my only solution
I took courage and risked it
No one does it like me
When I saw my free peers, the fire of jealousy ignited in my heart
I found the teacher, let him give his death a resume
Never underestimate a small Pakistani
Fleeing and my path is ruined, I didn't find where to go
I did not find the tenderness that represents what heals the wounds
Talamau was afraid that they would find me, I covered my head with a veil
The front embraced me and I found it calling for the liberation of childhood
She found me very hurt
From her, learning began in me
Before joining the world, they gave me a chance to speak
In my heart I started talking. It didn't stay and my fire was extinguished
Only with my mind I started, from slavery, to purify children
A young man came to me and said, I wish I was like you
I started spreading awareness after I became a symbol of struggle
I supposedly became protected under the study of safety, I was covered
But after what you did, I was placed in the hands of the Lord
He told them, poor thing, he wished well to build apartments
They wrote about me in the newspaper as if a fighter had died
They let me fight for life and die alone
So much
I was killed at the age of 12
The whole world took my grave
He did everything to me except that, what matters to me
And I am not a Muslim scholar, but it is permissible for me to say
《 God have mercy on me 》.