Paroles et traduction Mohamed Allaoua - Tilelli

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L′Algérie aux algériens
De vous, lâches, on est si loin
L'appel réveille tous les miens
L′histoire demeure témoin
L'Algérie aux algériens
De vous, lâches, on est si loin
L'appel réveille tous les miens
L′histoire demeure témoin
A yemma ɛzizen ur ttru
Lzzayer ncalah ateḥlu
Annarez wala anekknu
Alema nebedel adabu
A yemma ɛzizen ur ttru
Lzzayer ncalah ateḥlu
Annarez wala anekknu
Alema nbedel adabu
(Laylay lala, laylay lala, lalalala...)
A tuɣal ar warraw-is
Wid ara ay ḥarben fellas
Ad nner rehba i yisem-is
Ad frari ger lejnass
Ad frari ger lejnass
A necfu af yaɛedawen-is
Wid itt-ihuden s lessas
Yal yiwen ad yass wass-is
Yewɛer ma d yeḥder lexlaṣ
Yewɛer ma d yeḥder lexlaṣ
(Laylay lala, laylay lala, lalalala...)
Ma n-dukel ad yeɣli
Leḥkem agi amsebaṭṭli
D aqbayli neɣ da cawi
D acenwi neɣ d tergi
D acenwi neɣ d amzabi
An nṭṭeq s yiwen yimi
Nekni d arraw n tilleli
Aceḥal d ilemẓi yeɣlin
Ma tettu-d aya gadarmi
Ma tettu-d aya gadarmi
A yemma ɛzizen ur ttru
Lzzayer ncalah ateḥlu
Annarez wala anekknu
Alema nebedel adabu
Alema nbedel adabu
A yemma ɛzizen ur ttru
Lzzayer ncalah ateḥlu
Annarez wala anekknu
Alema nbedel adabu
Alema nbedel adabu
(Laylay lala, laylay lala, lalalala...)

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Algeria is for Algerians
We're far from you, cowards
The call awakens all my people
History remains a witness
Algeria is for Algerians
We're far from you, cowards
The call awakens all my people
History remains a witness
Oh my beloved mother, don't be afraid
Algeria is ours, we made it beautiful
We'll make bloodshed and cannons
Until we change their ways
Oh my beloved mother, don't be afraid
Algeria is ours, we made it beautiful
We'll make bloodshed and cannons
Until we change their ways
(Laylay lala, laylay lala, lalalala...)
When you arrive to their country
They will wage war on you
I'll make known your name
You'll be known among the people
You'll be known among the people
I'll reveal their secrets
They who live in luxury
Each will lose his mind
As soon as he hears a gunshot
As soon as he hears a gunshot
(Laylay lala, laylay lala, lalalala...)
You must make the price go up
This government has betrayed us
Whether Kabyle or Chaoui
Chenoui or Tergui
Chenoui or Mozabite
We all speak the same language
We are the children of freedom
Heritage and identity are precious
Don't be afraid of the police
Don't be afraid of the police
Oh my beloved mother, don't be afraid
Algeria is ours, we made it beautiful
We'll make bloodshed and cannons
Until we change their ways
Until we change their ways
Oh my beloved mother, don't be afraid
Algeria is ours, we made it beautiful
We'll make bloodshed and cannons
Until we change their ways
Until we change their ways
(Laylay lala, laylay lala, lalalala...)