Текст и перевод песни Aston Merrygold feat. Shy Carter - Precious - Acoustic Version

Precious - Acoustic Version

كبرنا في بلاد المحنة . بلاد تكوليب و طحنة
بلاد الشبيبة تحكمها شيبة . من همها تقبحنا
في بلاد الغورة ربحنا . غارو علينا جبنا أطراحنا
تونس و أسيادها و معظم عبادها مشكلتهم أحنا
في بلاد طبرنا . كلها تحب تظرنا
و أحنا رضينا والدينا هذاك علاش ربي ساترنا
لعبنا ضد زهرنا . بلي عكست صبرنا
ما طلبنا العون من حد وحدنا نكحنا عمرنا
جينا في بلاد ناسها بالحرام سيئاتها مثقلة
في الدنيا عاثو فساد شياطينهم في دم عروقهم متنقلة
كيف الذكورة كيف البنات . كذب و تسوقيط على بعضها منقلة
وصفهم رب العباد في الأية 27 من سورة البقرة
جينا بين أناس شطرها ريقة
تكرهنا برشا كيف قلنا الحقيقة
مخاخنا رزينة ما تعقبها علينا كي تولي صاحبنا نعطيك الثيقة
عشنا كبرنا مكرزين خليقة جربنا الشيخة الكل كان الزريقة
قرمشنا كمينا بالأبيض برنينا لكن ما جبناش موكل عالموزيكا
كان الكمامس كان الخبابل كان الهراء
كان الفروخ لي تتقبح ورا الكاميرا
كبابل تنقز و أنا ما نحب نركز
منيش فياضي منيش لاهي بيهم هدارة
منحبش نرجع نخزر للوراء
شدو سدو بيها الشهرة
الدنيا العاهرة لي طيحتكم love شديت فرغت في فمها و طيشت الخرا
و توا منكم ليها . الفضلة متاعي يزي ما كليت
خاطر الضبع ما ياكل كان وقت يشبع الصيد
من الصغرة عملت لبطيط . صبحت كميت وشميت
لكن ما لقيت الراحة في حياتي كان كي مشيت للجامع صليت
كبرنا في بلاد المحنة . بلاد تكوليب و طحنة
بلاد الشبيبة تحكمها شيبة . من همها تقبحنا
في بلاد الغورة ربحنا . غارو علينا جبنا أطراحنا
تونس و أسيادها و معظم عبادها مشكلتهم أحنا
في بلاد طبرنا . كلها تحب تظرنا
و أحنا رضينا والدينا هذاك علاش ربي ساترنا
لعبنا ضد زهرنا . بلي عكست صبرنا
ما طلبنا العون من حد وحدنا نكحنا عمرنا
مخاخكم راقدة لابسة بيجاما . كي التشة طلعتو جلطامة
إنتوما تطرشقو كيما البلارة معانا تذهبون حطاما
تبا للرئيس و نظامه بلادكم كيفكم مضامة
تعيش فيها طحان ترتاح تعيش راجل تدفع غرامة
شيخة و كنمان تكريز عصب و زيد برشا سبان
كي الحيوان في غابة قانونها ما يعيشش إنسان
مسكين الزمان محملينو غلطة العبد الخوان
أن الأوان كل خرشي يتحاسب كفاية نسيان
كفاية سماح وقيت يتعذبو و قلوبنا ترتاح
جا وقت الجد كفانا مزاح
في بلاد الشيهة مع عباد شريرة
حان وقت الguirra خنجبد اتلسلاح
قلمي الذباح مهبلهم نكاح
خاطركم حثالة ماكم ناس ملاح
كفاكم صياح كفاكم نواح
يا شوية ضحايا جاكم السفاح
متسلي بعقول منيكة تحب تولي
أشياش تقلي تحكي و تسب و ما توصلي
كافي غيري شري نحطمك كان نستعمل غليمتخلي أحسن ملي ورايا متخلي
كبرنا في بلاد المحنة . بلاد تكوليب و طحنة
بلاد الشبيبة تحكمها شيبة . من همها تقبحنا
في بلاد الغورة ربحنا . غارو علينا جبنا أطراحنا
تونس و أسيادها و معظم عبادها مشكلتهم أحنا
في بلاد طبرنا . كلها تحب تظرنا
و أحنا رضينا والدينا هذاك علاش ربي ساترنا
لعبنا ضد زهرنا . بلي عكست صبرنا
ما طلبنا العون من حد وحدنا نكحنا عمرنا

Precious - Acoustic Version

Darling, we grew up in this suffering country, a land of grinding poverty and humiliation.
A country where the youth are ruled by the old, who are obsessed with making us look bad.
In this land of disgrace, we triumphed. They were jealous of us and tried to trap us.
Tunisia and its masters, and most of its people, their problem is us.
Darling, in this country where we were born, everyone loves to criticize us.
But we are content, and our parents are too, that's why God protects us.
We played against fate, which tested our patience.
We never asked for help from anyone, we lived our lives alone.
My beloved, we came to a land where its people are wicked and their sins are heavy.
They have spread evil in the world, their demons flow in their veins.
How can we talk about manhood or womanhood? Their lies and gossip about each other are relentless.
God describes them in verse 27 of Surah Al-Baqarah (The Cow).
My love, we came among people whose words are like saliva.
They despise us so much when we tell the truth.
Our minds are sharp, don't follow us if you can't keep up. If you become our friend, we'll give you a certificate.
We grew up trying to hide our true nature. We tried witchcraft, but it was all a trick.
We disguised ourselves in white, but we didn't succeed in the music industry.
There was tomfoolery, nonsense, and stupidity.
There were girls who made fools of themselves in front of the camera.
They were like puppets, jumping around, but I don't like to focus on them.
I'm not interested in them, I don't care about their nonsense.
I don't want to look back anymore.
They've been consumed by fame.
The world, that harlot who brought you down, love, I took it and spat into its mouth and threw away the filth.
And now, my leftovers are more than you can handle.
Because a hyena only eats when it has a full stomach.
From a young age, I worked hard. I became strong and independent.
But I only found peace in my life when I went to the mosque to pray.
Darling, we grew up in this suffering country, a land of grinding poverty and humiliation.
A country where the youth are ruled by the old, who are obsessed with making us look bad.
In this land of disgrace, we triumphed. They were jealous of us and tried to trap us.
Tunisia and its masters, and most of its people, their problem is us.
Darling, in this country where we were born, everyone loves to criticize us.
But we are content, and our parents are too, that's why God protects us.
We played against fate, which tested our patience.
We never asked for help from anyone, we lived our lives alone.
Your minds are asleep, wearing pajamas. When the truth came out, you were all shocked.
You're as fragile as a bubble, with us you'll be destroyed.
Damn the president and his regime! Your country is as miserable as you are.
Live as a simple farmer and be at ease, or live as a respected man and pay the price.
Witchcraft, evil spirits, curses, insults, and more.
Like animals in a jungle, where no human can survive.
Poor time, burdened with the mistakes of the treacherous servant.
The time has come for every thief to be held accountable. Enough forgetting.
Enough mercy, it's time for them to be punished and for our hearts to be at peace.
It's time for seriousness, no more joking.
In a land of witches and evil people.
It's time for war, we'll sharpen our weapons.
My slaughtering pen will penetrate them.
Because you're all scum, you're not good people.
Enough whining and complaining.
Oh, victims, the executioner has come for you.
I play with the minds of the weak who want to lead.
You chatter like parrots, you gossip and never get anywhere.
Enough, I'll burn you if you don't stop. It's better to leave when I'm behind you.
Darling, we grew up in this suffering country, a land of grinding poverty and humiliation.
A country where the youth are ruled by the old, who are obsessed with making us look bad.
In this land of disgrace, we triumphed. They were jealous of us and tried to trap us.
Tunisia and its masters, and most of its people, their problem is us.
Darling, in this country where we were born, everyone loves to criticize us.
But we are content, and our parents are too, that's why God protects us.
We played against fate, which tested our patience.
We never asked for help from anyone, we lived our lives alone.