Paroles et traduction Ouled El Bahdja - Jamais Nkhounou

Jamais Nkhounou

حنايا toujours هكذا معاها فوقت الشدة jamais نخونو
القلب رتاح الوحدة تزيان وتحلى القعدة مع ميلانو
يا وش نحكي ومنين نبدا والvirage رعدة في San Siro
عشقناها اليوم وغدا كي نحط راسي فلمخدة نقول te quero forza rossonero
Amour تاريخ كبير وجازت periodate
ولي لللور تلقا فيه لعايش ولي مات
ماشي مليوم بواب المذينة علينا تفتحت
Ya por favor histoire قديمة وعاودت حيات

صاحا فمكانش نية مافهمناش les média حابوا يطيرو
بstylo يفيزي فيا لusma ولات قضية منها يغيرو
راعي رسمي لنميمة ماعندك قيمة نتيا نشاف
إتحاد العاصمة شان ولقيمة هاربة بزاف
شفنا وعفنا الإتحاد في بلادنا راو محقور
ياخي قلنا شيتا خاطينا حنا طير الحر
كيما كنا ما زالنا هنا نقعدو toujours
وبلمعنى قدمنا نتوما عورة لطيرو

مايحبوش غنانا قاسح وصح في بلادنا يجرح حنا نفهمو
عندنا virage بلقول يفضح pouvoir حاجة ما تصلح حاب يغمو
وليد الباهجة كابر حربي زوالي فحي شعبي قاري لmouvements
يا قاع ولاو a.c.a.b وأنيا هكذا مربي pas de sentiments
نختمو القول نعرفو مليح دخلات والخرجات
ذهب مايحول يا jamais نسمحو فلعادات
والغناء ولهول ثقافة عدنا ساكنا فذات
Old school ولي للبوزا إذا والات

Jamais Nkhounou

My darling, we'll always be together. In times of trouble, I'll never betray you.
My heart is at ease, solitude adorns and adorns the sitting with AC Milan.
What can I say and where can I start? The atmosphere is electric at San Siro.
I love her today and tomorrow. When I lay my head on the pillow, I say te quiero forza rossonero.
Love has a great history and has gone through periods.
There are those who live and those who die for the Rossoneri.
A million doors have opened for us in the city.
Ya por favor, it's an old story that has come back to life.

I woke up and there was no intention. I didn't understand. The media wanted to make a fuss.
He writes nonsense about me in the newspaper. They're making a big deal out of nothing.
He's the official gossip, you're worthless, we'll see you.
The Union of the Capital is a shame and its value has disappeared.
We saw and we were disgusted. The union is despised in our country.
My dear, we said goodbye, we are free birds.
As we were, we are still here, we are always here.
And in the end, we made you look like a fool.

They don't like our songs, they are harsh and true. In our country, they hurt, we understand.
We have a virage that exposes the power. Something is wrong, they want to hide it.
The son of El Bahdja is a warrior, a rebel in the popular district, reading the movements.
Ya Qae, you're now a.c.a.b. And that's how I was raised, no feelings.
In conclusion, we know very well the ins and outs.
The gold will not change. We will never allow our customs to be broken.
Singing and shouting is our culture, it lives in our hearts.
Old school, if you let it, it will come back.