Текст и перевод песни Idir, Maxime Le Forestier & Brahim Izri - Tizi Ouzou

Tizi Ouzou

C'est une maison bleue
Adossée à la colline
On y vient à pied
On n'y frappe pas
Ceux qui vivent là
Ont jeté la clef
Win izgern i tebburt
Yeqqim îdwer i ûdebsi
S lbenna n tmurt
Tasebba n tikti
Unadi tsarut
N waggur d itri
Tizi-Ouzou élève
Des enfants fous de rêves
Tizi Uzu anda tedîd
Andat rbeâh
Tettmenîd iwarawim
D Aseqqif n Tmana
D aqdim ngayas leqrar
Ntzurut af dâr
Am unebgi am uaatâr
Vid it izedghen degren tisura
Peuplée de cheveux longs
De grands lits et de musiques
Peuplée de lumière et peuplée de fous
La maison berbère mazalit debout
Tizi-Ouzou se lève
Allant au bout de ses rêves
Tizi Uzu anda tedîd
Andat nnif tettmenîd I warawim
Di Tawrirt Mussa
Ig llul weqcic d amencuf
Ayen din idda
Deg ucruf gher ucruf
Ur yuffi lehna
Ur issin lxuf
Di Tewrirt Musa
Inder urgaz n Tefsut
Ayen ifi icna
Dayen fi immut
Ismis Tamazgha
D lmut ma nettut
Tizi-Ouzou se lève
Dans ses collines s'achève
Le rêve des fous
Qui veulent de nous
Que l'on oublie
Tizi Tizi-Ouzou

Tizi Ouzou

C'est une maison bleue
Adossée à la colline
On y vient à pied
On n'y frappe pas
Ceux qui vivent là
Ont jeté la clef
Win izgern i tebburt
Yeqqim îdwer i ûdebsi
S lbenna n tmurt
Tasebba n tikti
Unadi tsarut
N waggur d itri
Tizi-Ouzou, my love
Raises children wild with dreams
Tizi Uzu where you are,
On the mountains high,
You can see the sea so far,
In Aseqqif n Tmana.
Oh, my heart's delightful home,
Whether near or far you roam,
Should I live to be a hundred,
Vid it izedghen degren tisura
It is filled with flowing hair,
With huge beds and music everywhere,
It is filled with light and filled with fools,
The Berber house still stands.
Tizi-Ouzou is rising,
Following its crazy dreams.
Tizi Uzu where you are,
On the mountains high,
In Tawrirt Mussa,
A child was born of truth and light.
What will become
Of this child on this path?
Will he know his destiny,
His true self?
In Tewrirt Musa,
Where the man of Tefsut comes,
What will be his fate?
He will die one day
And his name will be Tamazgha.
He will die the death that we all must die.
Tizi-Ouzou is rising,
In its hills her dream is ending,
The dream of the fools,
Who want us
To forget.
Tizi, Tizi-Ouzou