Paroles et traduction سيف نبيل - Selmiya

Selmiya

كافي سكوت
عادي نموت
احنا ربات الحرية
للتحرير
للتغيير
صحنا و گلنا سلمية
لا منخاف
من العاف
طلعتنا مليونية
عندنا رجال
چنها جبال
و متهزها الدخانية
أغلى من أمي و أبويا عندي گاعي
و بغربتي العلم خليته متاعي
لأجل هاي الدار
ما تهمني النار
و عمري لأجل الوطن ما غيّر طباعي
وروحي فدوة اذبها لأولادي و اخوتي
غالي بس الهم نعم
رخصته موتي
عادي دمعي يطيح
و روحي تبقى تصيح
و أعلى من الغيم لا ما ينص صوتي
و عشت بزود
ما موجود
إلا بگاعك يا عراقي
لا منهاب
من طلقات
شديته بغيرة انطاقي
من سنين
مقهورين
متعذبين بموطنا
عشنا بحال
ما ينگال
محد بيهم يرحمنا
يمتة ارتاح
كافي اجراح
محد فكر بحوالي
عادي نصيح
من انطيح
يا وسفة يطيح الغالي
آني متظاهر نعم لأجل القضية
و غير اسم بلادي ما عندي هوية
يما ادعي بخير
و آني بالتحرير
يما شالتني لأجل گاعي الحمية
اي شاب بس الوطن ما أرفض ندائه
و من اليعاديني أعلنت البراءة
عيب آني انهز
و گلبي وسفة انعز
أي هويتي الوطن
ما اغيّر الهوية
و عشت بزود
ما موجود
إلا بگاعك يا عراقي
لا منهاب
من طلقات
شديته بغيرة انطاقي

Selmiya

Enough silence
We aren't afraid to die
We are the soldiers of freedom
For liberation
For change
We chant and shout peacefully
We are not afraid
Of tear gas
Our march has become a million strong
We have men
Like mountains
And tear gas cannot shake them
My country is more precious to me than my mother and father
And in my exile, I made knowledge my friend
For this home
I don't care about hellfire
And even for my country, I will never change my character
And my soul is a sacrifice that I will make for my children and siblings
It is precious, but my worries are true
My death has made them cheap
It's okay if my tears fall
And my soul keeps crying
And my voice does not reach higher than the clouds
And I lived too much
There is nothing
Except for your land, oh Iraqi
I am not afraid
Of bullets
I held on to it with the jealousy of my speech
For years
Oppressed
Tortured in our homeland
We lived in a state
That cannot be described
None of them have mercy on us
When will we rest
Enough wounds
No one thinks about my feelings
It's okay if we shout
When we fall
Oh, my dear, the precious one may fall
Yes, I am a protester for the cause
And my country's name is my only identity
Mother, pray for my well-being
And I am at the revolution
Mother, my pride carried me for my country
Any young man who refuses his homeland's call
And I have renounced those who oppose me
It is shameful for me to retreat
And my heart pulls me back
My identity is my homeland
I will not change my identity
And I lived too much
There is nothing
Except for your land, oh Iraqi
I am not afraid
Of bullets
I held on to it with the jealousy of my speech