Текст и перевод песни Moro - Fidel

Fidel

Fidel, Fidel, string ficelle
Fidel, Fidel, string ficelle

Ana w 3douya ma gaddanach, b joujna kho lard
3ini 3la 3douya, rassi f ss7ab, Air Max f lard Ch3al lik sijara
La 7yatek 3adab, ila chadek lmard Dayra tijara ghatzidou f ttalab
Ghanzido f l3ard
3douya la 3ma, jwani fidèle, sla7i f lmanta 3ayni f'ssma
Cheft lhilal, rez9i f chanta
7ssebtiha la3b, 7yatek a l9ard, ghatkhelless l'falta B7al 300
Moro Léonidas, wach a Sparta
3arri rou7ek bach tbani moderne nti ba9a ghalta

Fidel, Fidel, string ficelle
Kadiro men lour, 7it ba9a pucelle
Men ghir li weldouni, ma kane7der rassi kho
Goddam ta 9erd
F'ssmiyti li 9atlek, ghaywsselek l dar khayyo
Bouquet dl'ward
Ghedwa ghanmouto, chkoun li 7afed lyoum
3endna fard
Sayf wella berd, 7abss wella ghorba lli khawyine
Ddarb
L9a7ba dyalek galetlek bébé nta kayen chafetha f
L'carta
L'oseille liquide khatina les chèques, kho fuck
L'carta
Ch7al men MC bach idouz f radio khayyou kerr t
Écarta
Fidel, Fidel, string ficelle
Kadiro men lour, 7it ba9a pucelle

3acht lwa9i3, a7lami effacés terraini m'trassé Treg l'guichet
Douz khoud la dose dyalek f sachet Fayye9 l'ghetto
Payyi f l'gâteau, dossier ki fâcher
Akbar cheffar kayeddi lek dyalek kho gha b stylo
Ma bghawch l Moro
Bghaw ychoufou termat J-Lo
Mossi9a f bladi kho 7assla f kat racoler f télo
Jwan m'dosé kho kan7ss b rassi prof ta3 l'philo
Kolla 7al9a kho rwappa kaychito, rta7 a fratello
Tabla f l'ghetto rassem zan9a dawra

Fidel, Fidel, string ficelle
Kadiro men lour, 7it ba9a pucelle Fidel
Fidel, string ficelle
Men ghir wladi ma kayench li ye9der yetla3liya
Khayyou fog rassi
Men ghir bladi, ma kayench kho li 9me3ni dossier
M'classé
Bla ma tgoul liya ana ghadi ndir, la jamais kan
3endek passé
Dakhl f l'fichier, khawi la zone, kanna3ess f
L'cachet
Ntaya gha planto, khawrouk 3echrank, yallah gha
Clasher
Fuck chkoun babak, fuck chkoun nta, w ch7al fik
Men kilos
Bla ma tgolliya ch7al 3endk men fans, goliya ch7al
Khassek kho men kilos

Kadiro men lour, 7it ba9a pucelle

Fidel, Fidel, string ficelle
Kadiro men lour, 7it ba9a pucelle Fidel
Fidel, string ficelle
Kadiro men lour, 7it ba9a pucelle

Fidel

Fidel, Fidel, string twine
Fidel, Fidel, string twine

Without my kids, I wouldn't be able to hold my head up, you're a big shot
Give me my kids, I'm sick of running, Air Max in the south What do you want, sister
You have no respect, if you get sick The business is going to suffer
You'll suffer in the south
My kids are not deaf, I'm faithful, I'm tired of being on my knees I'm looking at the sky
I saw the crescent moon, I'm going crazy in the gutter
You're playing games, you're going to be hated, you're going to get over 300 faults
Moro Leonidas, what about Sparta
Pull yourself together to be modern, you're still wrong

Fidel, Fidel, string twine
You're lucky, I was a virgin
Without the people who gave birth to me, I wouldn't be able to hold my head up, man
Damn your grave
In my name that I told you, I'll bring you home, brother
Bouquet of roses
Tomorrow we'll die, who will bury us today
We have a duty
Summer or winter, love or exile that we endure
Fight
Your game told you, baby, you are shown in
The letter
The liquid cash we wash for the checks, man, fuck
The letter
How many MCs to put on the radio, brother, but they're okay
Separated
Fidel, Fidel, string twine
You're lucky, I was a virgin

I bought time, my brands are erased, the ground is marked I cross the counter
Take the dose in your bag, run away from the ghetto
Running in the cake, the file is making you angry
The biggest boss is writing your own man with a pen
They don't want Moro
They want to see J-Lo's end
I'm praying in my country, man, I'm tired of picking up on the phone
Young, I was manic, man, I was about to lose my mind, philosophy teacher
Everyone's talking about it, brother, run away, come on, brother
Table in the ghetto gathering crowd

Fidel, Fidel, string twine
You're lucky, I was a virgin Fidel
Fidel, string twine
Without my parents, there's no one who can raise me
Brother, over my head
Without my country, there's no man to give me a file
Classified
Without telling me what I'm going to do, never
You have a past
Enter the file, look for the zone, we'll meet in
The cache
You're just a plant, your brain is screwed up, come on
Clashing
Fuck who your father is, fuck who you are, and how much you have
Kilos
Without telling me how many fans you have, tell me how many
You need kilos, man

You're lucky, I was a virgin

Fidel, Fidel, string twine
You're lucky, I was a virgin Fidel
Fidel, string twine
You're lucky, I was a virgin