Текст и перевод песни Mohamed Lamine - Mon bled

Mon bled

Le bled, certain mon pote assis sur l'arc de triomphe
C'est r.o.h.2f kore et skalp
Aiouwa, ok poto qu'est-ce y ce passe
C'est raiNB fever
Le bled, aiouwa c'est r.o.h.2f
Wech magrebin, magrebine
Wech comorien, comorienne
Asma3 khouya

Khalik liya ya bladi
Rani 3lik nabi ardi ardi
O jbeli fiha trabit ana
Khalik liya ya bladi
Rani 3lik nabi ardi ardi
O jbeli fiha trabit ana

Gta3t b7our zman ydour
O l'ghorba ma kayna nabki
Nchki w ngoul
3lash 3liya had l'hala
Gta3t b7our zman y dour
O lghorba ma keyna nabki
Nchki w ngoul
3lach 3liya had l'hala

Barka 3liya 7ali malit wahdanii ghrib w barani Ki
ndir ana Fakart bladi 3yit anadi Sahal rabi O naghda ana
Barka 3liya hali Malit wahadani ghrib o barani Ki
ndir ana Fakart bladi W 3yit anadi Sahal rabi O nabda ana

Ralikh liya ya bladi rani 3lik nabi
Ardii o ard jdadi fiha trabet ana
Ralkh kiya ya bladi rani 3lik nabi
Ardi o ard jdadi fiha trabet ana

Yji youm sal hmoum
Bladi gamra cha3ala
Nafarah o nghani
Ana tir ki el hmama
Yji youm sal hmoum
Bladi gamra cha3ala
Nafarah o nghani
Ana tir kil el hmama

Bladi bladi Ngoulha w nadi Ma 3endich men ghirha
ana Brass wladi Ma nansa bladi Basah rabi noughda ana
Bladi bladi Ngoulha w nadi Ma 3andich men ghirha
ana Brass wladi Mensa bladi Basah rabi noughda ana

Khalik liya ya bladi
Rani 3lik nadi arddi w ard
Jdadi fiha trabet ana
Ralikh liya ya bladi
Rani 3lik nadi arddi o ard
Jdadii fiha trabet ana

J ai grandi entre Mohamed moussa et habed
Trop fièr d'être la fierté de mon bled
Salut au président
Ça coule dans le sang
Comme dans le son
Puant le sang
Ya juste la trancant dans le sang
Pensant aux autre pays
Si avant ça tu veillis
Ils veulent donner des ordres
Ya que les vendus qui obéissent
Dans l'égarement s'éternise
On frappe par balle
Puis khra les réputations s'éternisent
Que des mes-ar qui font braaaa
Ya pas de braaaaa
Pas le temps de délirer ou d'admirer
Men azba apres je m'en irai vivant les pieds devant garder l'espoir
Comme le grand-père en première ligne
On défendrait l'histoire ancien bledard
Les flics en trans, pour ceux qui quittent leurs familles
Semblant en france les djelabas
Tu sais que le chef des chefs il s'appelle Hasni

Ralikh liya ya bladi
Rani 3lik nadi
Ardi w ard jdasi
Fiha trabet ana
Khalik liya ya bladi
Rani 3lik nadi
Ardii w ard jdadi
Fiha trabet ana

My Country

My country, my buddy sitting on the Arc de Triomphe
It's r.o.h.2f kore and skalp
Aiouwa, ok buddy what's up
It's raiNB fever
My country, aiouwa it's r.o.h.2f
Wech magrebin, magrebine girl
Wech comorien, comorien girl
Asma3 khouya (listen brother)

Stay with me, my country
I am longing for you, my land, my land
Oh my mountain, I am from its soil
Stay with me, my country
I am longing for you, my land, my land
Oh my mountain, I am from its soil

I crossed seas, time goes by
And in exile, there's only crying
I complain and say
Why this fate for me?
I crossed seas, time goes by
And in exile, there's only crying
I complain and say
Why this fate for me?

Have mercy on me, my condition, I'm alone, a stranger and a foreigner. What
can I do? I thought of my country, I'm tired of calling out. God willing, I'll eat
Have mercy on me, my condition, I'm alone, a stranger and a foreigner. What
can I do? I thought of my country, and I'm tired of calling out. God willing, I'll start

Stay with me my country, I am longing for you
My land and the land of my ancestors, I am from its soil
Stay with me my country, I am longing for you
My land and the land of my ancestors, I am from its soil

The day will come when worries end
My country, a burning ember
I will escape and sing
I will fly like a dove
The day will come when worries end
My country, a burning ember
I will escape and sing
I will fly like a dove

My country, my country, I say it and call out, I have no one but her
Except for my children. I won't forget my country. God willing, I'll eat
My country, my country, I say it and call out, I have no one but her
Except for my children. I'll forget my country. God willing, I'll eat

Stay with me, my country
I am longing for you, my land and the land of my
Ancestors, I am from its soil
Stay with me, my country
I am longing for you, my land and the land of my
Ancestors, I am from its soil

I grew up between Mohamed Moussa and Habed
So proud to be the pride of my country
Greetings to the president
It flows in the blood
Like in the sound
Stinking of blood
Just the edge in the blood
Thinking of other countries
If before that you grow old
They want to give orders
Only the sellouts obey
Lost in eternity
We strike with bullets
Then khra, reputations become eternal
Only mes-ar who do braaaa
There's no braaaaa
No time to rave or admire
Men azba then I'll go, dying feet first, keeping hope
Like grandpa on the front line
We would defend the history, old bledard
The cops in drag, for those who leave their families
Looking like djelabas in France
You know the boss of bosses is called Hasni

Stay with me, my country
I am longing for you
My land and the land of my ancestors
I am from its soil
Stay with me, my country
I am longing for you
My land and the land of my ancestors
I am from its soil