i say what you are afraid of thinking about

Bachir-31-Morocco Soccer lover snap : lbachir-me

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The Threshing (Rwa)

(Song 28 released in 1984)

The propaganda of lies is coming from all directions.

The avalanche of fake news has divided the tribes

And made them to clash.

Soldiers are counting the dead

We, the cowards, have chosen to run away.

But we slowly dying in our illusionary peace.

We are crying and we are suffocated.

Oh righteous people!

Democracy is what we preach.

Oh righteous people!

Where are the rights?

Some don’t hesitate to use chains,

Others are chained.

Overwhelmed they are.

Here, I am addressing those who are being lashed

While the sadists are enjoying the torture.

Alive or dead is never their concern.

Everyone is shouting: “After me, the deluge.”

As if the apocalypse is taking place.

I have always harvested for others

and celebrated for them.

Instead of being rewarded, I am being scorned.

Behold, O people!

No longer weep for hunger and thirst

Because you are the ones who opened

The box of disgrace with your own hands.

Now, you and I are caught

In the battle of wills,

When I push you pull

Towards the direction we never share.

Translated by Atlas Phoenix

رْوا

ءيكْوت البريح ءيدروس ما يسلان ءيغ ءيصلح

ءينكيد البريح ن تكْنداوت ياسي تيقبلين

ءيـسميقيـر لحركات ءيسدوس ءاسن ءاكراس

دان فالن ءينفـلاس ءينغان ءيغد ءوضـان

نكني دان تروال ءادور نفال ءيناغان

ماش ءاكْما نموت غ لامان ءيشمت ءاغ

كْردن كْينغ ءيسكونفاس ءامطا نرميت

ءانموقار ءايد باب ن روا شرع ءاديويغ

ءانموقار ءايد باب لحاق ءيسول ءيسـول

ءيموتل كرا غ ءيغودا ءور وحلن ءاد ءيفـرد

ءيموتل كرا س ءيغودا ءيفرد كيسن ءوصـلاب

ءاح ءينو س ءونطارفو نتان ءافن ساولـغ

ءيما لعروض ن تكوسين ملاد ءيس ءوفان

ءاداسن ءيدوم روا فليليس ءيغ ءيتوت

ءورتن ءيهول ءولا حوسانت ءيمت ءيت نغ ءيسـول

واكويان ءيلها ءيخف ءينو زون تلكم ليخرت

ءيكْاي روا وين مدن نان ءيي داغ سـروت

ءيغ تاك نسروت نزوزرت لحق ما غ لان

ءافا ن ءودرار ءات لكم توالا س ءوبـراح

نسـلا ءي توكْا طازيت فغن ت ءاك ءاغاراس

ءاسول ءور تالام ءي لاز والا تيريفيـت

تاداليت كني ءاس تيد ءيسغان س ءوفوس نون

ءانوت ءوكان ءوزال توتم كنيـن ءانـوض

ءيـغ ءار نتال ءار تادرم محال ءيـس نمـون

كلمات ازنـزارن

اصـدار 1984

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The Wound (Aggas)

(Song 7 released in 1977)

I surrender to my destiny,

Which is like a desert,

Thirsty in all seasons.

O water spring!

I was hoping you could quench my thirst,

But muddy was your water,

The veins of my heart are torn apart,

My eyes my witness.

Can somebody please guide me

To a remedy for this torment?

The wound is tossing blood within,

The pain is striking the bones,

My destiny is a rotten wheat.

Even when blended and sifted,

The bad taste never desert it.

O my wound!

Translated by Atlas Phoenix

ءاكْــــــا س

ءُ ومْنْـغْ سْ رْبِّــي لِّي يُوضَـانْ سَّعْدْ ءِينُو سْ غْمْكَـا دِ

ءُورْ دْرْكَاغْ ءَاتْنْ جَارَاغْ

كْـان ءَاسُومّْـرْ غْ ءِيـلاَّ فَـادْ

اِيُروفَـا بْـدَا غْ لْحْمَا

ءَاوَلاَ ءَاصْمِّيــــــــــضْ

ءِيـوِّيـغْ رْجَا سْـرْمْ ءَاتَامْدَا وَا سُوغْ ءِيـرِيـزِ

ءِيكْبَا طّْلِي ءِيـزُورَانْ نْ تَاسَا ءِيـزْرِي ءَارْ ءِيتْمْنِيدْ

مَانْ ءَاسَفَارْ ءِيـرْوَانْ ءِيتِيِيت ن يان

ءَاكْـاسْ ءِيـزُوزْرْ ءِيـدَامْنْ سْ ءُو كْنْـسْ

لْحْـرْ يِيوْنْ ءِ يخْسَـانْ ءَارْ ءَيحّْـــــرْكْ

ءِ يكْـايِّ زْمَــانْ ءِيمْنْـدِي ءَانْ ءِيمْلْكْ وَاكُـــوزْ

ءِيغْ يَادْ ءِ يزْضَـا يَافُوفْ ءِي تِيـرَامْ ءِيحَشَاتْ لْغْرْضْ

كلمـات ازنـزارن

اصدار 1977

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Fuck terrorism

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