there you go.. (weird listening to rap music.. not used to it.. Arabic rap that it)
7OZN GOWA MENY
there's sorrow within me
3ALA 7ELM KAN NEFSY YT7A2A2 BAS 3`ASB 3ANY
for a dream that I wanted it to come but it's out of my hands
ETHAD EL 7ELM ANA MESH MESDAK A5OYA KMAN ZALMNY
the dream collapsed I don't believe that even my brother has been unjust to me
NESY KOL ELY 3AMALTO 3ASHANO WE KMAN BEETHEMNY
he forgot everything that I did for him and he also accuses me
BELTWATK M3A A3DAOO 3`ADB MALEENY
of being with his enemies, fury is filling me
7ELM WA7ED EL ETE7AD HOWA ELY ME7AYEENY
one dream "being united'' is what I'm living for
WE SOT ATFAL BTMOOT FEE 3`AZA HOA DAH ELY KAWEENY
and the voice of the dying children in Gaza that's what 's burning me
WE NOOS SH3OOB EL 3ALEM MESH 3AGBHOOM LOONY WALA DEENY
and half of the world doesn't like neither my colour nor my religion
WE 7KOOMET BALADY KOOL MA ATKALEM 3ALA DEMA3`EY TEDENY
and my country's government hits me every time I speak
MAHMA 3AMLO FEA MESH HANSA A5OYA EL FLASTINI
whatever they do to me I'll never forget my Palestinian brother
MA3A KOL AZAAN BASMA3O SOTEK YA 3`AZA BTNADENY
with every Azzan I hear, your voice, oh Gaza, calls for me
WE MAHMA TAL EL ZAMAN YA 3`AZA HAEGY YOUM TELA2ENY
and no matter how long will it take, oh Gaza, one day you'll meet me
GAYLEK 3ATSHAN WE NAFSY MEN DAM EL YAHOOD TES2ENY
I'm coming to you thirsty I wish that you'd let me drink of the Jews' blood
KOLO BEETKALEM BAS
everyone just talks (doesn't do anything else)
QYADAT MA BA2TSH TE7ES
the leaderships no longer feel
WE KOOL ZA3EEM DELWA2TY HAMOO 3ALA BALDO WE BAS
and every ruler (or president)'s only worry is his own country
KOOL HAMOO EL SALAM
only worries about peace
3AWEZ Y3EESH FEE SALAM
he wants to live in peace
BATMANA AMOOT SHAHEED A7SAN MAY2OLO DA 3ASH GABAN
I would rather die as a Shaheed than people say that I'm a coward
chorus:
TABKY TA3NAT EL SENEEN DO2NA ZOLM EL MO3BADEEN
the years are crying.. we've tasted the injustice of the enslaved
AYN GEYOOSH EL MUSLEMEEN AYN GENOOD SALAH EL DIN
where are the armies of the peace-makers where are the soldiers of Salah Al-Dein
HEYA KELMA WA7DA
it's only one word
KOLO BEY2OLHA MEN SENEEN
everyone's saying for years
LAZEM TE7SAL WE7DA
there's got to be some unity
WE MEN ZAMAN MESTANEYEEN
and we've waited for so long
NEFSY 2ALA2Y QA2ED YEWA7AD SEFOF EL MUSLEMEEN
I wish to find a leader that would unite all the muslims
YE2DY 3ALA EL 3’ADAB EL SA2ED
who would destroy all the fury/anger
WEY3EED AMGAD SALAH EL DIN 7’ALEEKO SAMDEEN
and who would bring back the glory of Salah Al-dein.. who would keep you standing still
AKEED EL QA2ED DA HAYEEGE FEE YOUM YA 2AHL FALASTIN
sure the leader will come some day oh people of Palestine
WE7NA MA3AKO BEKOOL MAFEENA WE MESH SAKTEEN
and we're with you with all of our strength and we're not silent (anymore)
SOTY HAYEWSAL LEH KOL EL 3ALAM WE MESH 7’AYFEEN
my voice will reach the world, we're not afraid
ANA 3AYEZ ASHOF WO7OOSH BETQATEL ENSO ENOKO BANE2ADMEEN
I want to see monsters fighting, forget that you're human beings
LA MAGAL LEL TATAWOOL
there's no place for delaying
LA MAGAL LEL SALAM TE3EBNA KALAM MA3AHOOM WE ARGOO
no place for peace, we're tired of their words
LA MAGAL LEL KALAM 2ALOHA ZAMAN GOODODNA
no place for words, our grandparents have already said them
LA SALAM MA3A EL YAHOOD AMGADNA HEYA SHEHODNA
no peace with Jews.. our glories are our witnesses
WE HANEM7EEHOM MEN EL WOGOOD 2OW3A TE2OLY HODNA
and we'll erase their existence, don't dare mention a truce
YAMA SADA2NA EL WO3OOD DAWLA BE 2ALF KELMA
we've always believed the promises with a thousand words
SHE3OOB KELAB EL YAHOOD MESTANY KELMA WA7DA
they're dogs, those Jews, I'm waiting for one word
ELA AL QETAL YA GONOOD WEL SHE3OOB EL GA7DA
to fighting oh the soldiers and the angered people
MAZQOOHOOM YA 2OSOOD
tear them up oh lions
chorus:
TABKY TA3NAT EL SENEEN DO2NA ZOLM EL MO3BADEEN
the years are crying.. we've tasted the injustice of the enslaved
AYN GEYOOSH EL MUSLEMEEN AYN GENOOD SALAH EL DIN
where are the armies of the peace-makers where are the soldiers of Salah Al-Dein
The hours of pain have yielded good,
Which prosperous days refused;
As herbs, though scentless when entire,
Spread fragrance when they’re bruised.