يا حليل زمن نميري زمن الواحد كان ماف زاتو النص اتغرب النص التاني ماتو ساب البلد ذكرياتو و حاجاتو وصيت الحاج يدعي لي في صلاتو قتلو بلدنا قسمو الورثه حلفو قسم يدينهم نجسة بلدنا طاهرة الله حارسها زح من شارعي دي بارات شرسة دوشكا مدورة جوا الحلة ديمقراطية جوا الفلا اسرق انهب اقتل بلا ود ابوك كتالتك سلها Fuck للريس جوا بدرومو قلت الحق الناس حا يلومو Fuck لي حميتي Fuckللكاكي Fuck لليوم الخلاك باكي جايطة و مقلوبة فجر الخلاص اكذوبة هاجرنا سبنا دروبا الناس دي مرقت مغصوبة كانت ايام ياوطني زي الاحلام يا وطني كانت ايام يا وطني زي الاحلام ياوني n**داير انوم في الحوش داير اشرب من الزير n**داير اكل بوش اقاشي في شارع النيل بسكويت رويال سافرنا وسبنا الديار ما كان في اليد خيار لكن ربك اختار Asnoufدقار في الحافلة شماعة هنا ما بتموت براك بموتو معاك الجماعة دي البلد يا صحبي فتحتا اتعلمتا احبي يامطرة صبي غسلي الجروح دي دي كانت ايام يا وطني زي الاحلام يا وطني كانت ايام يا وطني زي الحلام يا وطني كانت ايام يل وطني زي الحلام يا وطني
miss the days of (nemery) In those days we did not exist Half of the population are expatriates from their country And the other half is dead He left the country, leaving behind his memories and things I advised my father to pray for me in his prayers They killed our country and divided the heirs They swore and their hands were dirty Our country is pure, may God protect it Get out of my way fierce rhymes Bombs in neighborhoods Democracy inside the villa Steal, kill, plunder, blew it son of your father, draw your swords Fuck The president is inside his room I told the truth and people blame me Fuck to hemedty Fuck to kakiy Fuck to The day that made you cry Devastated and upside down The dawn of salvation is a lie We emigrated and left its paths People left against their will Those were days, my country Like dreams, my country Those were days, my country Like dreams, my country
N* I want to sleep in the yard. I want to drink from the zeer N* I want to eat beans. I want to eat grilled meat on Nile Street Royal Biscuits We traveled and left home There was no choice in hand, but my Lord chose Dogar asnouf Standing on the bus Here you will not die alone, but a group will die with you This is the country, my friend. I grew up and learned to walk O rain, come down and wash the wounds were days, my country Like dreams, my country Those were days, my country Like dreams, my country
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