Showing posts with label French. Show all posts
Showing posts with label French. Show all posts

Friday, June 12, 2015

Stromae - Papaoutai


Paul Van Haver (born 12 March 1985), better known by his stage name Stromae [stʁɔmaj], is a Belgian singer, rapper and songwriter. He is originally from Laeken, in Brussels. He has established himself in both the hip hop and electronic music genres. Stromae came to wide public attention with his song "Alors on danse", which became a number one in several European countries. In 2013, his sophomore album Racine Carrée was a commercial success.

"Papaoutai" (Papa où t'es, meaning "Dad, where are you?") is a song written and performed by Belgian musician Stromae. The song was released as a digital download in Belgium on May 13, 2013 as the lead single from his second studio album Racine Carrée (2013). The song peaked at number one in Belgium and France and became the best selling single of 2013 in Belgium. A remix of the song featuring Angel Haze also appears on the album.


Official Music Video - YouTube


French lyrics :

Dites-moi d'où il vient
Enfin je saurai où je vais
Maman dit que lorsqu'on cherche bien
On finit toujours par trouver
Elle dit qu'il n'est jamais très loin
Qu'il part très souvent travailler
Maman dit "travailler c'est bien"
Bien mieux qu'être mal accompagné
Pas vrai ?

Où est ton papa ?
Dis-moi où est ton papa ?
Sans même devoir lui parler
Il sait ce qui ne va pas
Ah sacré papa
Dis-moi où es-tu caché ?
Ça doit, faire au moins mille fois que j'ai
Compté mes doigts

Où t'es, papaoutai ?
Où t'es, papaoutai ?
Où t'es, papaoutai ?
Où t'es, où t'es où, papaoutai ?

Quoi, qu'on y croit ou pas
Y aura bien un jour où on y croira plus
Un jour ou l'autre on sera tous papa
Et d'un jour à l'autre on aura disparu
Serons-nous détestables ?
Serons-nous admirables ?
Des géniteurs ou des génies ?
Dites-nous qui donne naissance aux irresponsables ?
Ah dites-nous qui, tient
Tout le monde sait comment on fait les bébés
Mais personne sait comment on fait des papas
Monsieur Je-sais-tout en aurait hérité, c'est ça
Faut l'sucer d'son pouce ou quoi ?
Dites-nous où c'est caché, ça doit
Faire au moins mille fois qu'on a, bouffé nos doigts

*****

English lyrics :

Tell me where it's from
Finally i'd be where i want
Mother says when we search good
We'll be done looking forever

She says he is never very far
he goes to work every day
Mother says working is good
Better than being in bad company
isn't it?

Where are you, papa?
Tell me, where are you papa?
Without even talking to him,
he knows what he did wrong.
It's holy papa,
Tell me where are you broken!
It must...
I have at least one thousand times, I
Counted my fingers
Hé!

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

Even, if we believe it or not
There'll be a day we'll believe it no more
A day or another, we'll be complete papa
And one day or the other we'll be going away

Will we be hateful?
Will we be admirable?
Broodstock or geniuses
Tell us who gave
responsibility without caring!

Ah tell us who has diarrhea
Everyone knows
how to raise a child
But no one knows
How to raise a father
Mister i know it all,
We have inherited, that's it.

Sucking his thumb too much or what?
Tell us where it's broken,
It must...
be at least one thousand times we have
eaten our fingers
Hé!

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

Where are you, papa?
Tell me, where are you papa?
Without even talking to him,
he knows what he did wrong.
It's holy papa,
Tell me where are you broken!
It must...
I have at least one thousand times, I
Counted my fingers
Hé!

Where are you, papa?
Tell me, where are you papa?
Without even talking to him,
he knows what he did wrong.
It's holy papa,
Tell me where are you broken!
It must...
I have at least one thousand times, I
Counted my fingers
Hé!

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

*****

Arabic lyrics

تقول امي ان العمل افضل من الصحبة السيئة .. أليس صحيحا ؟!
أين اباك ؟.. قل لي اين اباك ؟
من دون ان تتكلم معه يعرف ما الخطب
ابي المقدس ! قل لي اين تختبئ !
ربما .. احصيت اصابعي اكثر من الف مرة

اين .. اين انت ابي ؟

ان كنا مؤمنين او غير مؤمنين .
سيأتي يوم لن نؤمن به بعد
يوما ما سنصبح كلنا اباء .. و يوما ما سنختفي عن هذه الدنيا
هل سنصبح منبوذين ؟ هل سنصبح محبوبين ؟
قطعان تفريغ أم عبافرة ؟
قولوا لي من اين يأتي بعديمي المسؤولية على هذه الحياة
قولوا لي من يسيطر على هذا العالم ..
الكل يعرف كيف تربي طفلا لكن لا احد يعرف كيف تربي أبا !
سيدي ، اعرف كل شيء لقد ورثنا كل ذلك ..
يتصرف كالاطفال ام ماذا ؟
ابي المقدس ! قل لي اين تختبئ !
ربما .. احصيت اصابعي اكثر من الف مرة

اين .. اين انت ابي ؟

اين اباك ؟ قل لي اين اباك ؟
من دون ان تتكلم معه يعرف ما الخطب
ابي المقدس ! قل لي اين تختبئ !
ربما .. احصيت اصابعي اكثر من الف مرة
اين اباك ؟ .. قل لي اين اباك ؟
من دون ان تتكلم معه يعرف ما الخطب

ابي المقدس ! قل لي اين تختبئ !
ربما .. احصيت اصابعي اكثر من الف مرة
اين .. اين انت ابي ؟

Friday, March 13, 2015

David Guetta - Titanium ft. Sia

تعرض على قنوات التلفزيون اعلان عن معجون الاسنان close up

اغنية اعلان Close up - Titanium


بعض الكلمات التي تساعدك في البحث
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
ام بوليتبرووف نوثينك تو لوز
فايراوي فايراوي

Official music
David Guetta - Titanium ft. Sia - YouTube


David Guetta : هو مطرب فرنسي من اصل يهودي مغربي
عازف دي جي

Born : 7 November 1967 - 47 years old

Lyrics :
ترجمة - الكلمات باللغة العربية

انت تصرخ بصوت عالٍ
ولكنني لا استطيع سماع كلمة مما تقول
انا اتحدث بصوت عالٍ ولا اقول الكثير
انا منتقد ولكن كل ما تنتقدني به سيعود اليك كالرصاصات الطائشة
اطلق علي النار و لكنني سوف استيقظ

انا من الرصاص و لا شيء لي لأخسره
ابدأ باطلاق النار ، ابدأ باطلاق النار
سترتد وتعود اليك
ابدأ باطلاق النار ، ابدأ باطلاق النار

( الجوقة )
اطلق النار علي ولكنني لن اسقط
انا التيتانيوم ( تشبيه بعنصر كيميائي )
اطلق النار علي ولكنني لن اسقط
انا التيتانيوم ( تشبيه بعنصر كيميائي )

( Sia )
دعني اسقط
ولكن انت من سيسقط بعيدا
مدينة الاشباح والحب المسكون ( المهجور )
ارفع صوتك فالعصا والحجارة قد تكسر عظامي
انا اتحدث بصوت عال ولا اقول الكثير

انا من الرصاص و لا شيء لي لأخسره
ابدأ باطلاق النار ، ابدأ باطلاق النار
سترتد وتعود اليك
ابدأ باطلاق النار ، ابدأ باطلاق النار

( الجوقة )
اطلق النار علي ولكنني لن اسقط
انا التيتانيوم ( تشبيه بعنصر كيميائي )
اطلق النار علي ولكنني لن اسقط
انا التيتانيوم ( تشبيه بعنصر كيميائي ) ×3

( Sia )
كالحجر الصلب والمدفع الرشاش
امام اطلاق النار على  الشخص الذي يركض
صلب وقوي كالمضاد للرصاص

اطلق النار علي ولكنني لن اسقط
انا التيتانيوم ( تشبيه بعنصر كيميائي ) ×4

انا التيتانيوم

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Kendji Girac - Color Gitano


Color Gitano

Gypsy  ( Color Gitano ) was part of offered at the beginning of Andalouse Music

Kendji Girac :
Born : 3 July 1996 - 18 years old
: Release - Andalouse
6 - June 2014

Kendji Girac (born Kendji Maillé, July 3, 1996) is a French singer of Spanish Romani descent. He is the winner of Season 3 of the French music competition series The Voice: la plus belle voix as part of Team Mika



Kendji Girac was born on 3 July 1996 in Perigueux, Dordogne. He made known on the Internet in August 2013 with Bella resume Maître Gims in a gipsy style. The video was viewed over five million times on YouTube. This awareness allows him to be spotted by the production of Season 3 of The Voice. He spent the spring castings and won with over 51% of the vote against Maximilian (21%), Amir (18%) and Wesley (10%), making it a record

*****

Official Music Video - YouTube

Official lyrics :
Color Gitano

C'est une façon de voir la vie
Un peu plus grand qu'un pays
Un destin, un regard
C'est de la musique, des cris
Un pour tous, et tous réunis
Un chemin, une histoire

Mi vida, mis amors
Mi fuerza, mi amor
Color Gitano
Ma raison, mes valeurs
Ma maison, ma couleur
Color Gitano

Gitano, el color de mi cielo
Gitano, le cœur qui bat sous ma peau
Gitano, el color de mi cielo
Gitano, le cœur qui bat sous ma peau
Gitano

C'est des guitares, des nuits sans fin
Les mots chaleureux et anciens
Le respect, et les liens
C'est ton regard croisant le mien
Nous deux au milieu du chemin
Et soudain tu deviens

Mi vida, mis amors
Mi fuerza, mi amor
Color Gitano
Ma passion, mon bonheur
Ma maison, ma couleur
Color Gitano

Gitano, el color de mi cielo
Gitano, le cœur qui bat sous ma peau
Gitano, el color de mi cielo
Gitano, le cœur qui bat sous ma peau
Gitano

Dans nos cœurs, dans nos âmes
Dans nos sangs, dans nos flammes
Nos couleurs gitanes
Dans mon cœur, dans mon âme s'enflamment
Mes couleurs gitanes

Gitano, el color de mi cielo
Gitano, le cœur qui bat sous ma peau
Gitano, el color de mi cielo
Gitano, le cœur qui bat sous ma peau
Gitano

*****

English lyrics :
Gypsy color

It's a way to see life
A little bit bigger than a country,
A destiny, a glance.
It's music, it's screams
One for all, and everyone reunited
One way, one history

My life, my loves
My strength, my love
Gypsy color
My reason, my values,
My house, my colour
Gypsy colour

Gypsy, the colour of my sky
Gypsy, the heart that's beating under my skin
Gypsy, the colour of my sky
Gypsy, the heart that's beating under my skin
Gypsy

It's guitars, nights without end
The warm and old words
The respect and the ties,
It's your glance which is crossing mine
Us two in the middle of the way
And suddenly you become

My life, my loves
My strength, my love
Gypsy color
My reason, my values,
My house, my colour
Gypsy colour

Gypsy, the colour of my sky
Gypsy, the heart that's beating under my skin
Gypsy, the colour of my sky
Gypsy, the heart that's beating under my skin
Gypsy

In our hearts, in our souls
In our blood, in our flames
Our gypsy coulours
In my heart, in my soul there are igniting
My gypsy colors

Gypsy, the colour of my sky
Gypsy, the heart that's beating under my skin
Gypsy, the colour of my sky
Gypsy, the heart that's beating under my skin
Gypsy

*****

Arabic translate
الترجمة لللغة العربية

لون الغجر:

انها وسيلة لرؤية الحياة
قليلا اكبر من البلاد
مصير ( قدر ) ، لمحة
انها موسيقى ، انها صرخات
واحدة للجميع والجميع معا
طريقة واحدة وتاريخ واحد

حياتي ، قصة حبي
قوتي ، حبياللون الغجري
سببي ، قيمي
بيتي ، لوني
اللون الغجري

الغجر ، ولون سمائي
الغجر ، وقلبي النابض في داخلي
الغجر ، ولون سمائي
الغجر ، وقلبي النابض في داخلي

انها القيثارات ( الكيتار ) ، والليالي التي لا نهاية لها
الكلمات الدافئة والقديمة
الاحترام والعلاقات
انها عينيك التي عبرت الألغام
كل منا في منتصف الطريق
و يمكنك ان تصبح فجأة

حياتي ، قصة حبي
قوتي ، حبي
اللون الغجري
سببي ، قيمي
بيتي ، لوني
اللون الغجري

في قلوبنا ، في نفوسنا
في دماءنا ، في مشاعرنا الملتهبة
الواننا الغجرية
في قلبي ، في روحي هناك تشتعل
الواني الغجرية

الغجر ، ولون سمائي
الغجر ، وقلبي النابض في داخلي
الغجر ، ولون سمائي
الغجر ، وقلبي النابض في داخلي

Friday, October 31, 2014

Kendji Girac - Andalouse

Kendji Girac - Andalouse

Kendji Girac : 
Born : 3 July 1996 - 18 years old


: Release - Andalouse
25 - September 2014

التقييم :
93.6 %
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Some of the Lyrics to find a helper in song :

Birth name : Kendji Maillé
Born : July 3, 1996 / age 18
Bergerac, France


Kendji Girac (born Kendji Maillé, July 3, 1996) is a French singer of Spanish Romani descent. He is the winner of Season 3 of the French music competition series The Voice: la plus belle voix as part of Team Mika

Before The Voice
The youngest of a family of travellers, Kendji grew up in Saint-Astier and was taught to play the guitar and sing by his grandfather from the age of 13. He left school at 16 to follow the family business as an arborist , His first language is Catalan


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Official Music Video - YouTube

Kendji Girac - Color Gitano was part of offered at the beginning of Andalouse Music

     French / Lyrics / paroles :
Andalouse

Tu viens le soir,
Danser sur des airs de guitar
Et puis tu bouges
Tes cheveux noirs, tes lèvres rouges
Tu te balances
Le reste n'a pas d'importance
Comme un soleil
Tu me brules et me réveilles
Tu as dans les yeux
Le sud et le feu
Je t'ai dans la peau
Baila Baila Oh !

Toi, toi, ma belle andalouse
Aussi belle que jalouse
Quand tu danses le temps s'arrete
Je perds le nord, je perds la tête
Toi ma belle espagnole
Quand tu bouges tes épaules
Je ne vois plus le monde autour
C'est peut être ca l'amour

Des airs d'Orient
Le sourire et le Coeur brulant
Regarde hében
Oui j'aime te voir bouger comme une reine
Déjà mes pensées se bousculent
Comme la lumiere
Oui il n'y a que toi qui m'éclaire
Tu as dans la voix
Le chaud et le froid
Je t'ai dans la peau
Baila Baila Oh !

Toi, toi, ma belle andalouse
Aussi belle que jalouse
Quand tu danses le temps s'arrete
Je perds le nord, je perds la tête
Toi ma belle espagnole
Quand tu bouges tes épaules
Je ne vois plus le monde autour
C'est peut être ca l'amour




Translations: English / Lyrics :
Andalusian

You come at night,
Dancing to the guitar tunes
And then you move
Your black hair, your red lips
You're swaying
The rest doesn't matter
Like the sun
You set me on fire and you wake me up
You have in your eyes
The south and the fire
I've got you under my skin
Dance Dance oh!

You, you, my beautiful Andalusian
As beautiful as jealous
When you dance time stops
I get confused, I lose my mind
You my beautiful Spanish girl
When you move your shoulders
I don't see the world around me anymore
Maybe this is what love is

Airs of the East
A smile and a burning heart
Ebony eyes
Yes I love seeing you move like a queen
My thoughts already tumble out
Like the light
Yes only you light me up
You have in your voice
The heat and the cold
You're in my skin
Dance Dance Oh!

You, you, my beautiful Andalusian
As beautiful as envious
When you dance time stops
I get confused, I lose my mind
You my beautiful Spanish girl
When you move your shoulders
I don't see the world around me anymore
Maybe this is what love is




Translations: Arabic / Lyrics :
الكلمات باللغة العربية :

جاءت في الليل
ترقص على الحان القيثارة
و بعد ذلك تتحرك
شفاهك الحمراء
يمكنك التأثير
الباقي لا يهم
مثل الشمس
انت اشعلت النار بي و انا استيقظت
عندك في عيونك
الجنوب والنار
انت في قناعي
ارقص ارقص اوه !

انت انت اندلسي الجميل
جميل وحسود ( يغار )
عندما ترقص يتوقف الوقت
لقد ارتبكت و فقدت عقلي
انت فتاتي الاسبانية الجميلة
عندما تحركين كتفيك
لا ارى العالم من حولي بعد الان
ربما هو الحب

الهواء الذي يأتي من الشرق
الابتسامة والقلب المحروق
نظرة ، والحصول عليه
نعم احب رؤيتك تتحركين مثل الملكة
افكاري تشوشت
مثل الضوء
نعم انت فقط من تعطين الضوء لي
لديك في صوتك
الحرارة والبرد
انت في قناعي
ارقص ارقص اوه !

انت انت اندلسي الجميل
جميل وحسود ( يغار )
عندما ترقص يتوقف الوقت
لقد ارتبكت و فقدت عقلي
انت فتاتي الاسبانية الجميلة
عندما تحركين كتفيك
لا ارى العالم من حولي بعد الان
ربما هو الحب

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Cheb Khaled - Aishaشاب خالد - عائشةAicha

This song was written by the legendary French songwriter Jean-Jacques Goldman.



Khaled - Aicha

As if I don't exist
She was passing by me
With no regard, the Queen of Sheeba
I said, Aisha, take this, all of it is for you

Here, the pearls, the jewels,
also the gold around your neck
The fruits, well ripe with the taste of honey
And my life, Aisha if you love me!

I will go where your breath leads me,
In the countries of ivory and ebony
I will erase your tears, your sorrows
Nothing is too beautifull for a girl so beautiful

Aisha, Aisha listen to me
Aisha, Aisha don't go
Aisha, Aisha look at me
Aisha, Aisha answer me

I would say the words, the poems
I would play the music of the sky
I would take the rays of the sun
to light up your dreamy eyes

Ooh! Aisha, Aisha listen to me
Aisha, Aisha don't go

She said: "Keep your treasures,
Me, I'm worth more than that.
Bars are still bars even if made of gold.
I want the same rights as you
and respect for each day,
Me I want only love."

(In Arabic)
I want you Aisha and I love you to death
You are master of my life and my love
You are my years and my life
I hope to live with you, only you

خالد - عائشة

Comme si je n'existais pas,
elle est passée à côté de moi
Sans un regard, reine de Saba,
j'ai dit, Aïcha, prends, tout est pour toi

Voici, les perles, les bijoux,
aussi l'or autour de ton cou
Les fruits, biens mûrs au goût de miel,
ma vie, Aicha si tu m'aimes!

J'irai où ton souffle nous mène,
dans les pays d'ivoire et d’ébène
J'effacerais tes larmes, tes peines,
rien n'est trop beau pour une si belle

Aïcha, Aïcha écoute-moi,
Aïcha, Aïcha t'en vas pas,
Aïcha, Aïcha regarde moi,
Aïcha, Aïcha reponds-moi

Je dirais les mots les poèmes,
je jouerais les musiques du ciel,
je prendrais les rayons du soleil,
pour élairer tes yeux de rêves

Oooh! Aïcha, Aïcha écoute-moi,
Aïcha, Aïcha t'en vas pas

Elle a dit: "Garde tes trésors,
moi, je vaux mieux que tout ça.
Des barreaux sont des barreaux même en or
Je veux les mêmes droits que toi
Et du respect pour chaque jour,
moi je ne veux que l'amour"

نبغيك عايشة ونموت عليك
هادي سيدة حياتي وحبي
انت عمري وانت حياتي
تمنيت نعيش معك غير انت

Monday, February 13, 2012

Assad Edin ft. Mauro - Révolution?

Assad Edin ft. Mauro - Révolution?
الثورة؟ - أسد الدين مع مورو
 Morocco
Released January 17, 2012



Big shout out to Marouane Alilou for asking me to translate the song and correcting my lyrics
Arabic and French Lyrics and their English translation after the jump...

ARABIC
INTRO: BIS (x2)
rabaw le krouch ou banet fihom el cha7ma
kifach (kayfa) rais 5essou y koun malik ? tina fehma !
rafale kalash aka 47
bel 3ounf wel 9ouwa hadi hiya el 7ikma

VERSE 1: ASSAD EDIN
bouzizi allah y rahmo nta7ar 7it 3ach el 7agra
wel 3alam el 3arabi lyoum teb3o ou bdat tawra
sourate el 5awf li kanou 3aychin fiha chou3oub
tharset ou trejhet ou jaw wa5t el ghouroub
doulm el ijtima3i wel fassad wel ma7soubiya
we taifiya fardin 3lina taba9iya
7naya 7naya cha3b el maghdom
7naya 7naya 7naya el madlouuum
li fi sourya  kan moutou bel oulouf we 5outna nsawna
li fel yaman min ba3d tawra 5otna klawna
li fi jomhoriyate masr al 3arabiya el jaych 9ma3na
7na chohadae Lybia wel 3alam chafna
el watan teghsel we tna9ab dem chouhadae
w rada ri kbir ou y 3lem delm chourafae
li 3arfin  el 9ima del 7oriya cheni hiya
li 3arfin cha3b 5esso el 3adala jtima3iya

REFRAIN: BIS
Nas kad mout 3la le flous bismi tawra Fe zna9i deem y siiiil...Le corps percés
Sen7a le 3bad ou 5alawhoum y yaklou ba3toum ou nharom rja3loum liiiiil...Le sang Versé
Andima 7oukoumat ba9i las9in ou la3boum ba9i twiiiL...Manipulés
Rafale kalash aka 47    La3boum ba9i twiiiiiL...Ca va fumé !

VERSE 2: MAURO
Vend des amres au dirigeants vend des armes  à la peuplade
sponsortise la guerre civile et appele ca printemps arabe
met de l'huile sur le feu ou plutot ouvre le feu sur l'huile
et au jT la pute d'service te dira qu'les bédouins sont libres
Révolution !  Faites attention !
Le peuple a faim car il ne voit plus le bien donc il dit non !
Qui la enflammé ? Quel Media sont complices ?
quels personnes aiment la Fitna D'iblis ?
faut pas etre Naif ces évènement cachent des intérêts
et les intérréssés jouent le rôle de "L'Humaniste"
décidément les amoureux de l'homme aiment l'hemoglobine
à croire que L'O.T.A.N. est de venu necrophile ?
les arabes ont le sang chaud on les abat de sang froid
Sans foi ni loi, ne les arretez pas !
ils veulent la libertad ! c'est ce qu'il veulent nous faire croire
D'la propagande de BBC à celle D'al jazeera !

REFRAIN: BIS
Nas kad mout 3la le flous bismi tawra Fe zna9i deem y siiiil...Le corps percés
Sen7a le 3bad ou 5alawhoum y yaklou ba3toum ou nharom rja3loum liiiiil...Le sang Versé
Andima 7oukoumat ba9i las9in ou la3boum ba9i twiiiL...Manipulés
Rafale kalash aka 47    La3boum ba9i twiiiiiL...Ca va fumé !

VERSE 3: ASSAD EDIN
le 3rab demom s5on 9etlohom be dem el bared
9adafi safi tedbah, 7osni mobarak 7ta howa tla7
ou Zinhom El 3abidine jma3 raka Safi Ba7 !
Fel yaman 3abdellah sali7 flet mel mout ou rja3 y nta9em
Ou El Assad rja3 7agar dedo cha3b ou zid el 3alam
chkon li 3aref chkon li fahem chkon li 9dar y 9ol el wa9i3
(channel tv) woulla Al jazeera  WOula el aflam del fen essabi3
tawra dle 3rab woul muslimin 3adloula "Saisi" (fr)
Bdaw bel 3iraaaq ou libya Mchaat a 3zizi
Ha chi3a ha sounna ha Al 9a3ida ou Talibane
El 9ital lyoum kbir fta7 3aynek ou chouf mezyane
tema tarwa tema solta Rais awla Soltane !
Ou li 9albo faya9  ray 3raf hadi FItnah !
3lach ch3alna? 3lach 8rakna? 3lach tlefna ?
7it fe din sma7na jib el 3az wella k7az
Revolution 7ta ne 9a3 !

REFRAIN: BIS
Nas kad mout 3la le flous bismi tawra Fe zna9i deem y siiiil...Le corps percés
Sen7a le 3bad ou 5alawhoum y yaklou ba3toum ou nharom rja3loum liiiiil...Le sang Versé
Andima 7oukoumat ba9i las9in ou la3boum ba9i twiiiL...Manipulés
Rafale kalash aka 47    La3boum ba9i twiiiiiL...Ca va fumé !

OUTRO: ASSAD EDIN
Allah y rham chouhadaa
Allah y rham li da7a
Allah y rham ay wa7ed
tunis, masr, libya, yemen, wa kul li baqi maji fi tri9
Haha! le 3rab demom s5on 9etlohom be dem el bared
fae9 ya khoya
JIb EL ez Wella K7az

ENGLISH
BIS (x2):
They have filled their bellies and shown their grease.
How can a president try to become a king? Know what I'm sayin'?
Fire the AK-47 Kalashnikov
with violence and force: this is wisdom!

ASSAD EDIN:
Bouazizi, may God have mercy on his soul, took his own life because he lived in humiliation
and the Arab world follows him today, so they started a revolution!
The path of fear in which the people were living
is broken and shattered. The sun has set upon it.
Social injustice and corruption and nepotism
and sectarianism and every-man-for-himself-ism and class-ism were inflected upon us.
We are the tyrannized people.
We are the oppressed people.
Those in Syria who died by the thousands [said], "Our brothers forgot us!"
Those in Yemen after the revolution [said], "Our brothers devoured us!"
Those in the Arab Republic of Egypt [said], "The army oppressed us!"
[Those in Libya said,] "We are the martyrs of Libya and the world saw us!"
The homeland is cleaned and purified by the blood of the martyrs
and tomorrow it will grow and become a mark of the shadow of the honorable people
who know the value of freedom and what it is
[and] who know that the people will realize social justice.

CHORUS (BIS):
The people are dying for money in the name of the revolution! in the street, the blood flows...Bodies are pierced!
They have armed the people: they let them kill themselves and their daylight becomes darkness...The blood flows!
When the governments remain and stand firm and play, it will be for a long time... Manipulated!
Fire the AK-47 Kalashnikov! It will last for a LONG time...

MAURO:
It sells arms to the leadership and sells arms to the common man.
It sponsors a civil war and call it "an Arab Spring."
It puts oil on the fire, or rather, it opens the fire up to the oil.
And on TV news, the bitch tells you that the Bedouins are free!
Revolution! Pay attention!
The people are starving because the ordinary man no longer sees well. He will say, "No!"
Who inflamed it? Which media are complicit?
Which people like the Devil's Fitna?
Don't be naive! The event obscures the interests
and the stakeholders play the role of "Humanist."
So those who love mankind are strong hemophiliacs.
Makes you wonder if O.T.A.N. [NATO] became necrophiliacs?
Arabs are warm-blooded but they were slaughtered in cold blood.
Lawlessness? Don't stop them!
[Western governments] want freedom?! It's what they want us to believe!
The propaganda of the BBC is on Al Jazeera's screen!

CHORUS (BIS):
The people are dying for money in the name of the revolution! in the street, the blood flows...Bodies are pierced!
They have armed the people: they let them kill themselves and their daylight becomes darkness...The blood flows!
When the governments remain and stand firm and play, it will be for a long time... Manipulated!
Fire the AK-47 Kalashnikov! It will last for a LONG time...

ASSAD EDIN:
The Arabs' blood is hot. They killed them in cold blood.
Gaddafi: it's all over! Hosni Mubarak: even he was deposed!
And their Zine El-Abidine knelt down and disappeared.
In Yemen, [Ali] Abdullah Saleh escaped from death and came back to take vengeance!
And al-Assad has been beaten back. Against him are his people plus the world!
Who's the one who knows? Who's the one who understands? Who can speak about reality?
Informations Channels, Al Jazeera or films of the 7th art?
The Arabs' and Muslims' revolution was seized!
They began with Iraq and Libya, my dear!
There are Shi'a, there are Sunnnis, there's Al-Qaeda, there are the Taliban
and today the slaughter is huge! Open your eyes and watch it carefully!
There are riches, there's the throne, [whether there's a] president or king
and whoever's heart is alive will understand this is fitna [strife among the Islamic community].
Why were we lit on fire? Why did we drown? Why did we lose our way?
It's because we turned away from religion, so bring the enthusiasm or get out!
Revolution to the death!

CHORUS (BIS):
The people are dying for money in the name of the revolution! in the street, the blood flows...Bodies are pierced!
They have armed the people: they let them kill themselves and their daylight becomes darkness...The blood flows!
When the governments remain and stand firm and play, it will be for a long time... Manipulated!
Fire the AK-47 Kalashnikov! It will last for a LONG time...

OUTRO
May God rest the martyrs' souls
May God rest the victims' souls
May God rest all their souls.
Tunisia, Egypt, Libya, Yemen, and all those who are still [rising].
Haha! Arabs' blood is hot , they kill them with cold blood
Wake up , Bro !
Bring the enthusiasm or get out!

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

L7a9ed (Haked) ft. Jihane - Baraka Men Skate ("No More Silence")

L7a9ed (Haked) ft. Jihane - Baraka Men Skate ("No More Silence")
الحاقد مع جهان - باركة من السكات / بركة من الصمت
Morocco
Released on April 11, 2011


Arabic lyrics via Mamfakinch. My English translation via Mamfakinch's Arabic lyrics and the French translation by Maria Karim of www.l7a9ed.com and @Freel7a9ed


CHORUS (Jihane)
إذا الشعب يوما اراد الحياة
ينوض يدوي على راسو باركة من السكات
راهم كلاو رزاقنا وو لاحولينا لفتات
و شحال من مناضل على قبلنا مات

L7a9ed:
في خطر قال للمغاربة
للأحرار لللي ما يرضوش بالذلّ
لللي يعيشو بالقهر والحقرة

CHORUS (Jihane)
إذا الشعب يوما اراد الحياة
ينوض يدوي على راسو باركة من السكات
راهم كلاو رزاقنا وو لاحولينا لفتات
و شحال من مناضل على قبلنا مات

L7a9ed:
نوضو ينعاسة شوفو شعب في مصر
شوفو شعب التوانسة و كدب عليك لي كاليك
المغرب حالة خاصة وخا العيشة مخصوصة
وسياسة التكليخ عندكم رها مدروسة
لاهتونا بالشطيح والرديح ولالكم لعروسة
هدر على حقك اش غاي يوقع كاع
سكات مينفع انا ولد الشعب وراني كنخلاع

الشعب هز دقة ومزال ساكت مدرور
لقرايا وسط الزنقة لپوڤرا عيا مايدور
خونا جمع فرقة باش يراقعو دوستور
حماق هوا هادا واش يلا بغينا
حاقنا خاسنا نجبدو فرادا
ولي بغيت نقادسو غادي نختارو انا
ويلا بغيتي تفهامنا اجي عيش معانا
الله الوطن الحرية

CHORUS (Jihane)
إذا الشعب يوما اراد الحياة
ينوض يدوي على راسو باركة من السكات
راهم كلاو رزاقنا وو لاحولينا لفتات
و شحال من مناضل على قبلنا مات

L7a9ed:
موشكيلا موشكيلا خاسنا نعاودو تعازيلا
بغينا ش مسؤول نقادرو نحاسبوه
ماشي مخلوق غير كانقادسوه
عانداك تدوي راهوم يغابروك
و غاندوي و غير غابروني
عطيوني حاقي ولا قتلوني

علينا كاتزايدو
وكل نهار زيادة ومازال كاتزيدو
قسمتوها بيناتكوم و بوسو ليه يدو
عاش ابا حيت معايشني معاه
اما خونا كلا مغرب بوحدو
ماحدي انا عايش ولاه لا ورثو ولدو
تاريخنا طمستوه او بغيتو طامسونا
دارتولينا لعكر فوق لخنونة
المليك ديالنا زوين مهلي فينا
وحتحنا مهلين فيه و أكبر ميزانية
ديال لقصر كتخسر عليه

CHORUS (Jihane)
إذا الشعب يوما اراد الحياة
ينوض يدوي على راسو باركة من السكات
راهم كلاو رزاقنا وو لاحولينا لفتات
و شحال من مناضل على قبلنا مات

CHORUS (Jihane)
If the people want life,
then they'll stand up to defend their rights. No more silence!
They exploit our wealth and leave the crumbs for us
while so many freedom fighters died on our behalf.

L7a9ed:
This is for all Moroccans.
To the free and to those who refuse to be humiliated.
To those living in misery and injustice.

CHORUS (Jihane)
If the people want life,
then they'll stand up to defend their rights. No more silence!
They exploit our wealth and leave the crumbs for us
while so many freedom fighters died on our behalf.

L7a9ed:
Wake up! Look at the Egyptian people
and the people of Tunisia. They're lying to you, those who say,
"Morocco, you're an exception." Okay, living is a luxury.
Their political brainwashing is calculated.
Debauchery and reality television, among other things, are there to distract us.
We have no choice but to fight for our rights.
Silence won't benefit us. I am the child of the people and I'm not scared!

Those who suffered in silence and were dragged
through the streets are fed up with going around in circles
while our brother [the king] convenes his team to amend the constitution.
There's something to go crazy over! Do they want us
to take up arms to seize our rights?
It's for me to choose whom I want to sanctify.
And if you understand us, come live with us.
"God, the Homeland, and Freedom" [NOT "God, the Homeland, and the King"]

CHORUS (Jihane)
If the people want life,
then they'll stand up to defend their rights. No more silence!
They exploit our wealth and leave the crumbs for us
while so many freedom fighters died on our behalf.

L7a9ed:
It's a problem. It's a problem. We must reformulate the equation.
We want a leader whom we can hold to account
and not an infallible, sanctified entity.
We are told: they'll make you disappear.
I shout it loud and clear: they'll make me disappear.
Give me my rights or give me death.

You speculate on our banks.
You sell us at auctions and you did it to us again and again.
You share in the spoils and you kiss [the king's] hand.
Long live my father [the king],
He seized our wealth
and as long as I've lived, his children [the people] have not inherited it.

You erased our history and you want to bury it with
sequins and glitter again.
Our king is kind and generous to us,
but to whom is he truly generous? Most of our budget
is spent on him and his palace entourage.

CHORUS (Jihane)
If the people want life,
then they'll stand up to defend their rights. No more silence!
They exploit our wealth and leave the crumbs for us
while so many freedom fighters died on our behalf.


French Translation:
Si le peuple veut la vie
Qu’il se lève pour défendre ses droits
Se taire jusqu’à quand ?
Ils exploitent nos richesses
Et nous jettent les miettes
Quand tellement de militant(es) se sont sacrifiés pour nous

A tout les Marocains. Aux enfants de la liberté. Ceux qui refusent l’humiliation. Ceux qui vivent la misère et l’injustice

Si le peuple veut la vie
Qu’il se lève pour défendre ses droits
Se taire jusqu’à quand ?
Ils exploitent nos richesses
Et nous jettent les miettes
Quand tellement de militant(es) se sont sacrifiés pour nous

Réveillez vous !
Regardez le peuple égyptien, le peuple tunisien
Ceux qui parlent de l’exception marocaine vous mentent

Vivre est un luxe
Et leur politique de décervelage est calculée
Débauches et télés réalités entre autres… pour nous distraire

Le silence est notre ennemi
On n’a pas d’autres choix que de lutter pour nos droits
Nous sommes les enfants du peuple et On leur fait peur !

Ce peuple qui subit en silence et traîne dans les rues, en a marre de tourner en rond
Et LUI qu’est ce qu’IL fait ? IL réunit son équipe pour raccommoder la constitution
Y’a de quoi devenir fou !!
Est-ce qu’ils veulent qu’on prenne les armes pour arracher nos droits ?
C’est à moi de choisir celui que je veux sacraliser
Et si tu veux nous comprendre
Viens vivre avec nous
Allah, La patrie, la Liberté (en réponse à dernière phrase de l’hymne marocain : Allah, la patrie, le roi)

Si le peuple veut la vie
Qu’il se lève pour défendre ses droits
Se taire jusqu’à quand
Ils exploitent nos richesses
Et nous jettent les miettes
Quand tellement de militant(es) se sont sacrifiés pour nous

Faut refaire l’équation
On veut un responsable qu’on puisse juger
Et non pas une créature inviolable

On nous dit : Attention n’en parles surtout pas
Ils vont te faire disparaître
Je le crie haut et fort
 Qu’ils me fassent disparaître
Je veux mes droits
Qu’on me donne mes droits ou qu’on me tue

Vous spéculez sur nos dos
Vous nous vendez aux enchères
Et il vous en faut toujours plus
Vous vous partagez le butin
Et LUI baisez la main
Que vive mon père
Mais pas LUI, IL s’est accaparé de nos richesses
Et tant que je suis en vie, son fils n’en héritera jamais

Vous avez effacé notre histoire
Et  voulez nous enterrez avec

Des paillettes et encore des paillettes
Notre roi est bon et généreux
Mais qui est le vrai généreux ?
La plus grosse partie de notre budget est déboursée sur LUI et ses palais.

Si le peuple veut la vie
Qu’il se lève pour défendre ses droits
 Se taire jusqu’à quand ?
Ils exploitent nos richesses
Et nous jettent les miettes
 Quand tellement de militant(es) se sont sacrifiés pour nous

Monday, November 14, 2011

Rayess Bek - Herbes Folles ("Crazy Weeds")

Rayess Bek - Herbes Folles ("Crazy Weeds")
ريّس بيك - Herbes Folles
Lebanon
Released in 2010




Full English and French lyrics after the jump...

FRENCH LYRICS:
J’avais les pieds sur terre, mais la tête dans les nuages,
Je rêvais de vivre ensemble dans un monde ou il n’y pas d’âge
Ou à chaque fois que l’on s’embrasserait j’aurai un peu le trac
Et à chaque fois que tu me dirais je t’aime, un soldat disparaitrais d’Irak,
Notre histoire évolue dans le monde arabe donc pas très catholique,
Mais nous avons préféré laisser la religion au tube cathodique,
Sur les toits de Damas la mosquée lisait le coran
A 5 heures du mat au-dessus de la ville, on s’embrassait tendrement,
On a laissé Shram el Sheikh avec leurs hôtels 5 étoiles,
Pour aller dormir dans le désert sous plus d’un million d’étoiles,
Et à Beyrouth, la ligne de démarcation faut voir ce qu’il en reste,
On faisait exprès de perdre le nord pour mélanger l’est et l’ouest,
C’est une histoire d’amour commune comme il y en a si souvent,
Mais une histoire peu commune d’une chrétienne et d’un musulman,
Au Moyen-Orient dans cette partie du monde ou notre histoire évolue
Les gens acceptent de voir du sang mais pas de bisous dans la rue.

Chorus [in Spanish?]

On a enfreint toutes leurs lois, toutes leurs moeurs périmées
On a enfreint d’une seule caresse leurs grosses portes blindées
On s’est tellement dit je t’aime, que l’on a fait chuter le gouvernement
Eux qui pensaient nous diviser n’osent plus parler au parlement
Quand il pleuvait des bombes nous on plantait des fleurs
A tel point qu’ils ont eu honte de vouloir cultiver nos peurs
On a prouvé que les mélanges ne sont pas toujours explosifs
Une vielle recette à nous mon amour : musulman, chrétien, juif,
Les hommes de foi indignés lançaient des discours manichéen,
Mais nous on buvait la Méditerranée tout les deux nous étions un
Même la famille s’esclaffait, oncles et tantes fous de rage
Mais on ne pouvait pas les entendre, on avait la tête dans les nuages
On a bafoué leurs traditions jusqu’aujourd’hui on en rigole
Si eux sont du gazon bien taillé, nous étions des herbes folles
Et notre histoire d’amour tu sais au fond personne n’y a cru
Car ils avaient les pieds sur terre mais la tête enfoncée dans le cul.

Chorus [in Spanish?]

ENGLISH LYRICS:
I had my feet on the ground but the head in the clouds
I dreamt of living together in a world where there is no age
Where every time we kiss each other, I get a little nervous
And at every time you tell me I love you, a soldier would disappear from Iraq
Our history is moving in the Arab world, so not very Catholic,
But we preferred to leave religion to the computer monitor
Over the rooftops of Damascus, mosques read the Koran
At 5 o’clock in the morning over the city, we kissed tenderly
We left Sharm el Sheikh with its 5-star hotels,
To sleep in the desert under more than a million stars
And in Beirut, the division line must see what is left,
We deliberately lost the north to mix East and West
It is a love story as common as there are so often,
But an unusual story of a Christian and a Muslim
In the Middle East in this part of the world where our story evolves
People are willing to see blood but not kissing on the street.

Chorus [in Spanish?]

We have broken all their laws, all their outdated customs
With one caress we broke their heavy armored doors
We had said so many I love yous that we brought down the government
They who had believed that by dividing us we no longer would dare to speak in parliament
When it rained bombs, we were planting flowers
So much to the point that they were ashamed of wanting to grow our fears
It was proved that the mixtures are not always explosive
An old recipe for us my love: Muslim, Christian, Jewish
Men of faith, outraged, throwing Manichean speeches,
But we drank the Mediterranean, both of us were one
Even the family laughed, uncles and aunts enraged
But we could not hear them; we had the head in the clouds
We mocked their traditions to this day we laugh
If they are well trimmed grass, we were crazy weeds
And our love story you know basically nobody believed
Because they had their feet on the ground but their head was buried deep in their ass.

Chorus [in Spanish?]

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Melissa M

Cover of "Avec Tout Mon Amour"Cover of Avec Tout Mon Amour

Melissa M or Melissa (born on August 21, 1985, Marseille) is a French R&B singer with Algerian roots. She started her musical career with Akhenaton and has released her first album entitled Avec tout mon amour and two successful singles, „Elle” and „Cette Fois” in 2007. She currently lives in Gardanne, France.Last.Fm

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Sunday, February 15, 2009

La Fouine

Laounni Mouhid, commonly known by his alias La Fouine or Fouiskin (born 1981), is a French rapper of Moroccan origins. He is a growing figure of French rap. La Fouine signed with Sony Records in 2003 and released his debut album, Bourré Au Son, in 2005. La Fouine released his second album, Aller-Retour, on March 12, 2007. Focus produced the whole album.Wikipedia

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