Текст и перевод песни Khaled - Oran Marseille (Khaled - I Am)

Oran Marseille (Khaled - I Am)

لايلي يا لايلي يا لايلي يا لايلي
يا لايلي يا لايلي يا لايلي

قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي
من وهران لـ Marseille دلّالي
من وهران لـ Marseille دلّالي
قولوا لعمري الكبدة اتقطعت بين زوج
من Oran لـ Marseille دلّالي
من Oran لـ Marseille دلّالي

قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي
من وهران لـ Marseille دلّالي
من وهران لـ Marseille دلّالي
قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو
من وهران لـ Marseille دلالي
من وهران لـ Marseille دلالي

Les vagues s'écrasent sur les roches, fauchent, façades moches
Vie de cloche poche, vie de pez fastoche
Mais la poisse accroche ma face de métèque
Je viens du bled, pleins de verbes dans les bagages
Ca je tiens ma rage dans ma gorge
La plage déserte me pousse au cafard
Tu traînes dans les bars tard le soir
Où les soûlards se filent au rasoir
Spliff noir dans le cendar
Je sombre dans le mégotrip égoïste
Jette mes tripes dans la musique
Mars, ma ville, un plateau
Où le désert avance, un gâteau partagé à 10
Mes khos pendus à un lasso
Nourri au gaz de ville, à la lumière orange
Comme elle, je dérange, étranger aux pensées etrangers

حتى نقول نبطل وترضى لي عليك
من وهران لـ Marseille دلالي
من وهران لـ Marseille دلالي
Tellement نبغيها يا نبدا نجيبها
من وهران لـ Marseille دلالي
من Oran لـ Marseille دلالي

Des odeurs de couscous, de tajine, de pruneau
De mafé, yassa, poisson frais
Pâtes carbo les épices me collent à la peau
Assise là, les pieds dans l'eau sous l'œil du tréo
Ma ville s'éveille chaque matin quand les fourmis s'en vont au boulot
Fragile, emporte ta faux, situation où tout le monde se marre
L'économica autre comme une vieille bécane
Pluries Ethnie cohabitation naturelle
Les cultures, les mœurs, les couleurs dansent comme dans une aquarelle
Seul le Serval dévoile la face B de la carte postale
Atone cache les nuages, un cercueil passe, mauvais présage
L'ennui vainqueur, sueur, peur devant les seringues de l'horreur
Le noir château entré sans un mot Mars aspire au renouveau

خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافها
من وهران لـ Marseille دلّالي
من وهران لـ Marseille دلّالي
خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافهم
من وهران لـ Marseille دلّالي
من وهران لـ Marseille دلّالي

يانا بغيت لقليبي المحنة الفاكرة
من وهران لـ Marseille دلّالي
من وهران لـ Marseille دلّالي
قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو
من وهران لـ Marseille دلالي
من وهران لـ Marseille دلالي

من وهران لـ Marseille دلالي

من وهران لـ Marseille دلالي

Oran Marseille (Khaled - I Am)

My Laila, oh Laila, oh Laila, oh Laila
Oh Laila, oh Laila, oh Laila

Tell my life, oh my heart, that it will never forget you
From Oran to Marseille, my love
From Oran to Marseille, my love
Tell my life, my liver is torn between two
From Oran to Marseille, my love
From Oran to Marseille, my love

Tell my life, oh my heart, that it will never forget you
From Oran to Marseille, my love
From Oran to Marseille, my love
Tell my life, sleep and turn off the light
From Oran to Marseille, my love
From Oran to Marseille, my love

The waves crash on the rocks, mowing down ugly facades
A life of empty pockets, a life of easy money
But bad luck clings to my immigrant face
I come from the bled, with a suitcase full of verbs
I hold my rage in my throat
The deserted beach drives me to despair
You hang out in bars late at night
Where drunks fight with razors
Black spliff in the ashtray
I sink into a selfish haze
Throw my guts into the music
Mars, my city, a plateau
Where the desert advances, a cake shared by 10
My brothers hanging by a lasso
Fed on city gas, on orange light
Like it, I disturb, a stranger to foreign thoughts

Until I say I'll stop and you're satisfied with me
From Oran to Marseille, my love
From Oran to Marseille, my love
I love her so much, I'm starting to bring her
From Oran to Marseille, my love
From Oran to Marseille, my love

Smells of couscous, tagine, prune
Mafé, yassa, fresh fish
Carbo pasta, the spices stick to my skin
Sitting there, feet in the water under the eye of the lookout
My city wakes up every morning when the ants go to work
Fragile, take your scythe away, a situation where everyone laughs
The economy is like an old bike
Several ethnicities, natural cohabitation
Cultures, customs, colors dance like in a watercolor
Only the Serval reveals the B-side of the postcard
Atonal hides the clouds, a coffin passes, a bad omen
Boredom wins, sweat, fear in front of the syringes of horror
The black castle entered without a word, Mars aspires to renewal

Let the sea eat me, not their poison
From Oran to Marseille, my love
From Oran to Marseille, my love
Let the sea eat me, not their poison
From Oran to Marseille, my love
From Oran to Marseille, my love

Oh, I want the ordeal that remembers my heart
From Oran to Marseille, my love
From Oran to Marseille, my love
Tell my life, sleep and turn off the light
From Oran to Marseille, my love
From Oran to Marseille, my love

From Oran to Marseille, my love

From Oran to Marseille, my love