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Law Kan Lwaqie Lawha

لكل مغاربة لي فلكون... السلام عليكم
معاكم مسلم المتمرد حتى لكفن ييه...
واش آعشيري... تخيل معيا الواقع فحال شي لوحة وأنا الرسام
تخيل معيا شني نقدر نرسم آلخاوة ديالى
ييه
لوكان الواقع لوحة لو كنت أنا الرسام
نرسم بكل الألوان نرسم كل الأحلام
نرسم من طنجة حتى لڭويرة كلشى هايز لعلام
نرسم بلادي زادت ألف خطوة للقدام
نرسم شحال من مدرسة أطفال فيدمهم لقلام
كولشي قاري و خدام ...الأمية غير أوهام
البطالة غير كلام فلسان الناس لقدام
لاسرقة لا إجرام... الوقار ولإحترام
نرسم سبيطرات كبار دلعين فكل مكان
دكاترة بزاف والشعب يداوا بالمجان
نرسم البرلمان وناس فيهم الأمان
خدامين نهار وليل باش أنا نعيش مزيان
نرسم ولد الدريوش يقرى مع ولد فلان
ولفرق لكين بينتم فنقطة دالإمتيحان
نرسم عيون بلا دموع وقلوب بلا أحزان
نرسم و نزيد نرسم مادام عندي الألوان
[اللازمة] نرســـــم نهار وليل... نرســــم أحـــلامــي ألوان تسيل
حـتي إذا كان لـون قلـيل... نرسم بـدمي حـتى نـآخر ميـل
نرسم أخر طفل خارج من دار اليتامة
شبرين فيدو ناس رسمو على وجهو الإبتسامة
نرسم أخر طفلة كانت فالديور خدامة
ودابا في يدا الكتوب ومشيا تقرا بكل كرامة
ونرسم شوارع كبار... فضاءات لي الترفيه
فكل حومة نرسم ملعب ودراري يلعبوا فيه
نرسم كورنيش طويل بلا كزينو وبلا بار
نرسم شحال من جامع مفتوح ليل ونهار
نرسم بنت بلادي ساترة راسها بالحجاب
نرسم شاب ناوي الخير قاصد الباب
نرسم طريق ما فيها زبل وما فيها حفاري
نرسم مواطن غير طاح والإسعاف ماجي جاري
نرسم درويش خارج من السوق بالقوفة عامرة
راجاع ندارو يضحك الباراكة باقا حاضرة
نرسم المسكين خلص الضاو والماء وخرج نشطان
ونرسم جار فرحان حيت جارو بات شبعان
[اللازمة] نرسم حوانت نلي رزقو مفرش غير فالأرض
ملاجئ نلي ناعس فالبرودا ومغطي بالبرد
نرسم ديور نلي باقي ساكنين غير فالبرارك
نرسم مشروع نلي باقي يفكر يمشي حارك
نرسم مدير دالحبس مهلي فالحباسا
مسجون فيدو ديبلوم فالمجتمع عندو بلاسة
نرسم فكل الحوام سبيطار للمدمنين
نرسم المحسنين يعطيو حق المساكين
نرسم ناس من جميع الفئات كولشي ماشي يصوت
نرسم المظلوم يرجعلوا حقو بلا ميغوت
نرسم موظف عادي قادر يعيش أسرة
ونرسم الزبال يتخلص أحسن أجرة
نرسم مغربي مغرب وعندو المغرب فالدم
نرسم بلادي معولة على لي باغي يخدم
ونرسم رسام رسم راسو يحلم بلي بلادو لوحة وباغي غي يرسم
[اللازمة]

If Reality Were a Painting

To all Moroccans living abroad... peace be upon you.
With you is Muslim, the rebel, even until the shroud... yeah...
My dear, imagine with me, reality like a painting and I am the painter.
Imagine with me what I can paint for my brothers.
Yeah
If reality were a painting, if I were the painter,
I would paint with all the colors, I would paint all the dreams.
I would paint from Tangier to Laayoune, everything raised high.
I would paint my country taking a thousand steps forward.
I would paint so many schools, children with pens in their hands.
Everyone educated and working... illiteracy just a delusion.
Unemployment just talk from the mouths of people ahead.
No theft, no crime... just dignity and respect.
I would paint large hospitals thriving everywhere.
Many doctors and people treated for free.
I would paint the parliament and people filled with trust.
Working day and night so that I can live well.
I would paint the son of Driouch studying with the son of so-and-so,
and the only difference between them being their exam score.
I would paint eyes without tears and hearts without sorrows.
I would paint and keep painting as long as I have colors.
[Chorus] I would paint day and night... I would paint my dreams, colors flowing.
Even if there's little color left... I would paint with my blood until the very end.
I would paint the last child leaving the orphanage,
good people who drew a smile on his face.
I would paint the last girl who was a maid in the houses,
and now with books in her hands, going to study with dignity.
And I would paint wide streets... spaces for entertainment.
In every neighborhood, I would paint a playground and children playing in it.
I would paint a long corniche without casinos and without bars.
I would paint so many mosques open day and night.
I would paint the girl of my country covering her head with a hijab.
I would paint a young man intending good, heading towards the door.
I would paint a road without garbage and without potholes.
I would paint a citizen falling and the ambulance arriving quickly.
I would paint a poor man leaving the market with a full basket.
Returning home laughing, the blessing still present.
I would paint the poor man who paid his taxes and water bill and left energetic,
and I would paint a neighbor happy because his neighbor slept full.
[Chorus] I would paint shopkeepers whose livelihood is spread only on the ground,
shelters for those who sleep in the cold and cover themselves with cardboard.
I would paint houses that are still only living in slums.
I would paint a project that is still thinking of going to Europe illegally.
I would paint a prison warden who releases prisoners,
a prisoner who has a diploma and a place in society.
I would paint a hospital for addicts in every neighborhood.
I would paint philanthropists giving the right to the poor.
I would paint people from all classes, everyone going to vote.
I would paint the oppressed getting their rights back without shouting.
I would paint an ordinary employee able to support a family,
and I would paint the garbage collector getting the best wage.
I would paint a Moroccan, Moroccan, and with Morocco in his blood.
I would paint my country relying on those who want to work.
And I would paint a painter who painted himself dreaming that his country is a painting and just wants to paint.
[Chorus]