Paroles et traduction Yasmina - Ur ttru ay iẓṛi-w

Ur ttru ay iẓṛi-w

Ur ttru a yiẓriw, d
dnub i yirrawen-nsen wwin tazmert-iw arnan di tidi-iw ttessen .
ɛefsaɣ ugurren-iw arriɣ-ten am wakken
baɛden arniɣ tudert-iw ur yekssan ḥed ay t-yuɣen
Asmakkeni i neffeɣ tamurt seg wassen nettraju ddurt iyi-derr čči-s
tmeddurt si ɛawez n yiḍ lɛic i teḥrez tsekkurt d rebbi i y
bedden ɣef tewwurt ma d kunwi ɛasset takurt ma ifuk-as lxiḍ
ẓriɣ yella ẓerb d tlissa iyumi asfuǧeɣ n wawal tilufa ma d tiṣeḍṣa
wi-d yettṛebbin cwal nefra snat nerna tlata tis ṛeb3a la dessawal
ɣennan arnan ḍṣṣan ttru-t ger-awen tikwal xedmaɣ fell-asen ass d yiḍ
ass-a ruḥen ǧǧan-d aḍu ǧǧan-iyi deg webrid i usemmiḍ ala rebbi i wumi
ara ḥkuɣ am win yettmeslayen i lḥiḍ wiss ma d targit
i ttarguɣ liḥala-w tennan tezriw ddunit-is akk d amenuɣ
Ur ttru a yizer-iw ddnub i yirrawen-nsen ǧǧiɣ-d lḥefr-iw umneɣ s
wayen i d yettassen,
ad ḥerzaɣ tayri-w deg ull-iw d inessissen
wi ɛzizen ɣef yizri-w d nutni ara yidumen
Amecwar nelḥa t-id nekfa nekfa-t neteddu ɣer zdat abrid-iw
dassawen Laɛtab ar taffat ddunit ur
tetfat wi ssarmen yufa-t rebbi damɛiwen
Deg wudrar yeksa umeksa izem d yikeri d yizgaren d winna aken am
umeksa yečča-aɣ yeḍmaɛ deg-sen, seqss
i-t wi jarben yeḥṣa s yena ma yella wacu i d
yuǧew yiwen yettef di lɛarṣa wayeḍ iɛus ma turew
Si lḥif-nwen i nḥafeɣ a wid yettazun iɣssan kunwi tčarḍem nekk qeblaɣ
nwiɣ d lmettat ger laman tedduɣ deg uzal dreɣlaɣ niɣ-as aḥeq
ayen yuran asmi i d-ukkiɣ ndemmaɣ d acu ara yi-d arren wussan
A yitbir aɛjel ferfer deg igenwan afeg ɛelli taṣebḥit weqbel lefjer
tineḍ-asen ayen yebɣa wul ad at-yini, in
nassen meskud nedder tin yefran qbel ur teḍli
taggara aɣ yedhen lisser am wakken kra ur yeḍri
Anwi yennuɣen ur yefri anwa yesta3fan ma ur yeɛyi
dirrit leḥsed bariken,
win i yumi nniɣ a yi-d yini ma d uzal ad yefruri Ig ɛeddan d iseggasen
Akka akka inan wat zikenni yal awal d lemɛani yelha lxiṛ win i
sizemren ɣas ad d-yegri di čḥani aqaruy-is deg genni
bab n lxir bab n lxir yezwar-iten anwa akka ur tḥuza tagi
Akka

Don't Return, My Love

Don't return, my love, it's
a sin for those who leave and then come back. My songs echo in the mountains, lamenting your absence.
I erase my steps, I leave them behind, just like
I left behind a life where no one understands me.
I left the country to escape the whispers, seeking a home where I belong.
Destiny guides me, protecting me like a precious treasure, with God watching over
my path. You, on the other hand, are lost in your pursuits, seeking fleeting pleasures.
My gaze is sharp like a blade, my words cut deep, leaving scars.
I speak of betrayal, of two souls intertwined, then three, and finally, the fourth arrives – silence.
We sing, we cry, our voices echoing through the valleys. Our work continues day and night.
Today, our spirits soar high above the clouds, reaching for the divine.
I speak my truth, like a prophet speaking to the wind, even if it falls on deaf ears.
I translate my pain, singing of a world lost in darkness and ignorance.
Don't return, my love, it's a sin for those who leave. I've dug my own grave, escaping from
those who judge,
I'll keep my secrets buried deep within my soul.
My dear, forget about returning, our paths have diverged.
Together, we climb mountains, hand in hand, reaching for the summit, leaving the past behind.
The world talks, but its words are meaningless.
Those who judge will face their own reckoning. God protects the innocent.
In the mountains, the strong survive – the brave, the resilient, the determined. I, too, am strong,
shaped by the challenges I've faced. Ask
those who have tried and failed, they know the taste of defeat.
One who stumbles and falls will rise again, his scars a testament to his journey.
From the depths of my pain, I rise above those who doubt. You may chase fleeting desires, but I seek truth.
I know death awaits, but until then, I walk with purpose, leaving my mark on the world.
What remains when I'm gone? What legacy will I leave behind?
Oh, fleeting time, fly through the valleys, reach the dawn before the break of day.
Tell them what you will, I
remain unyielding, my spirit ablaze, burning bright before it fades.
The wound heals, leaving a scar, a reminder of what once was.
Who are we to judge? Who seeks forgiveness without atonement?
Life is a blessing,
who knows what tomorrow holds? Time marches on, years pass by.
So it goes, words hold meaning, truth prevails, and those who
persevere, even through hardship, find their place in paradise.
The door to goodness opens for those who seek it. Don't hesitate, step forward.
So it is.