Текст и перевод песни Don Bigg - Wahed Jouje ( Featuring Muslim )

Wahed Jouje ( Featuring Muslim )

Fine yeh 3shiri khoya bigg l khasser
muslim mafia-c zanka flow ba9i bzaaafe
khoya ba9i ba9i taybane lblan 3shiree
Muslim
Sahbi lyouma fayne kayne shi blan bayn
wla f7al daymane n3awlou 3la zher l khayne
sayab rejlek o hanta mashi tri9e bghatna
twila sa3a t9ila kima dazou lyali
douze lila, 3shire fine mashi
3arfek kif ma3arfni modaa man3assti m3ashi
f jibi rbe3 khobz bini o binek ma9ssoum
o la3raftiha hak o khalini nsoume ara ghi silee
kaba lilek kaba lili delwane o shifoune o lbasse
lma3foun wash kadona hna men moukhtafoune
assifoune 3alame bina hire moul koune
howa li j3al li kayn howa li bghani haka nkoune
Chekouun?!
chamkar f zan9a ndoure o m3aya 3shiree
manraj3ou loure negejo f n9oucha
o mara ygojona l7nousha
maklaynsh l3in 3lina tadme3
tchemker rah hata lmout mo7al fina tatma3
Sahbé
Ch3anda Danya m3ana m3akssa
3shiré
Ch3anda boula mabghatchi doure
sahbé
3ayshine f zan9a hyatn mflssa
3shiré
mouhale nkounou 3shrane f 9ssoure
Bigg
ghadyane f lil lk7el natlawhou kif l klabe
wahade fine mahda lakhore wahade makayne yasshabe
bli hade tri9e ghadi tbnana ghadi tawgef m3ana
ded zmane twasdnaha bjouj mabane menha walou
ghire li dhek m3aha wla bhalna l3ame li ja
k7ell mli sab9ou shoufa hire men klamna kifma
sahbi dima m3aya 3shrani talmout 3la tarfe telhoufa
tal9ahe dima hdaya wla rab3a dsseemm nat9assmouha bjouj
kif ma l hem ynzale 3lina bhale sekhte o lyouma khoute bdem
yatrash 3lina li 3tate koulshi serf o ma7nate 3lina
kif bghiti mant3ashroush wl bab tssed l3fou talbine bjouj
lhem mahzouze b dobal wahade ysakhane lakhore f lyali l berd
lakhore y mikhel 3l l9ess wakha maykounsh mghoubel
Sahbé
Ch3anda Danya m3ana m3akssa
3shiré
Ch3anda boula mabghatchi doure
sahbé
3ayshine f zan9a hyatn mflssa
3shiré
mouhale nkounou 3shrane f 9ssoure

One Day (Featuring Muslim)

Fine, my dear friend Bigg, for the loser
Muslim Mafia-C, Zanka Flow, still a lot left
My friend, still, still, alright, my dear friend
Muslim
My friend, today, where is there something clear between us?
Or are we always searching for the back of the traitor?
Let go of your leg, you're walking a path that wants us
Long, heavy hour, as the nights have passed
Twelve nights, thirteen, where are you going?
You know me as I know you, fashion has reduced my living
In my pocket, a quarter of bread, between you and me, divided
And you knew her, take it, and let me fast, naked, just delete me
A disaster for you, a disaster for me, colours and they see us and clothes
They blame us, how much we are from the disappeared
They describe us, a world without us, a rented world
He who made what is, He who wanted us to be like this
Who?!
Chamkar in the street, we turn, and with me my friend
We don't go back, we come to the shack
And sometimes the cops chase us
Don't look at us with an eye of greed
You'll walk until death, no place covets us
My friend
How much the world is reversed with us
My friend
How much life doesn't want a turn
My friend
We live in the street, our lives are bankrupt
My friend
It's impossible for us to be twenty in castles
Bigg
Walking in the dark night, we wander like dogs
One where there is no one for the other, one where there are no friends
Without this path that will build us, that will stand with us
For a long time, we helped her, two buildings, nothing from her
Except for the one who laughs with her, or like us, the blind man who came
Blind from those who preceded him, he sees only from our words as if
My friend is always with me, twenty years old, dying on the edge of the blanket
You will always find him a gift or a quarter of a cigarette, we share it in two
As the worries descend on us like heat, and today, brothers, tomorrow
He will trample on us who gave everything, money and waited for us
As you wanted, let's not meet, and the door closes, we find the two of you asking
Meat mixed with one dirham, one heats up for the other on cold nights
The other leans on the story, even though he may not be accepted
My friend
How much the world is reversed with us
My friend
How much life doesn't want a turn
My friend
We live in the street, our lives are bankrupt
My friend
It's impossible for us to be twenty in castles