Paroles et traduction Khaled - Lillah

Lillah

Lillah ya jazayer ya wardat il rooh
Nahlem eejee yoom atr il hobb eefooh
Itnaam byoot innass maftooha il beebaan
Wahlash il horras hal qalb il mehmaan
Oo neqdar min gheer hash ma nekhzer fi ayneek
Min gheer man khaf minnik wala nkhaaf ahleek
Winshoof ahla babik il gheema titjalla
Min hobbit trabek nelbes ahla holla
Lillah lillah lillah ya lillah
Lillah ya jazayer ya wardat il rooh
Nahlem eejee yoom atr il hobb eefooh
Titjammah liqloob la ghorba wla forqa
Wala dokhan hroob taht smaana il zarqa
Willi handu hmaya haqqaq qamh oo tarda
Wiila handu mnama haqqaqha fil yaqatha
Winshoof ahla babik il gheema titjalla
Min hobbit trabek nelbes ahla holla
Lillah lillah lillah ya lillah
Lillah ya jazayer ya wardat il rooh
Nahlem eejee yoom atr il hobb eefooh
Oo nesrakh bil madar bil kelma il haddara
Damm el shohadah marahesh khosara
Mahma hoshna oo shofna khifna witkhalafna
Hobbik bahd ghyabik rjahna ahbab
Winshoof ahla babik il gheema titjalla
Min hobbit trabek nelbes ahla holla
Lillah lillah lillah ya lillah
Lillah ya jazayer ya wardat il rooh
Nahlem eejee yoom atr il hobb eefooh
Shwareh wahkayat tedhak fil ayneen
Wil def daffa sahaat fi galbik lahneen
Winti khamsa hleek bil hasid mahroosa
Wihna been eedeek nahlem beek ahrousa
Winshoof ahla babik il gheema titjalla
Min hobbit trabek nelbes ahla holla
Lillah lillah lillah ya lillah

For God

For God, oh Algeria, rose of the soul
I dream of a day when the scent of love blooms
When people's houses sleep with doors open
And the guard doesn't exist except for the guest's heart
And we can, without fear, lose ourselves in your eyes
Without fear of you, nor of your family
We see the beauty of your people, the grace revealed
From the love of your soil, we wear the finest attire
For God, for God, for God, oh for God
For God, oh Algeria, rose of the soul
I dream of a day when the scent of love blooms
When hearts gather, with no estrangement or separation
And no smoke of war beneath our blue skies
Whoever has protection, truly reaps and thrives
And whoever has a dream, achieves it in his lifetime
We see the beauty of your people, the grace revealed
From the love of your soil, we wear the finest attire
For God, for God, for God, oh for God
For God, oh Algeria, rose of the soul
I dream of a day when the scent of love blooms
And we write with ink, with the prepared word
The blood of martyrs is not a loss
No matter how much we were hurt and saw fear and disagreed
Your love, after your absence, returned us as lovers
We see the beauty of your people, the grace revealed
From the love of your soil, we wear the finest attire
For God, for God, for God, oh for God
For God, oh Algeria, rose of the soul
I dream of a day when the scent of love blooms
Stories of joy laugh in the eyes
And the tambourine beats rhythms in your heart's melodies
You are protected from the envious by your five senses
And we, between your hands, dream of you as a bride
We see the beauty of your people, the grace revealed
From the love of your soil, we wear the finest attire
For God, for God, for God, oh for God