Bladi

(freeman)
Even when full, there's always a way to complain, whine with my eyes, hearts will die, nothing has changed mentality of the homeland, no respect, pride, I'll never change my skin, brown the father over there, me in the middle of a baron, gotta do what needs to be done, money is lacking, smart counted, ignorant scammed, low country of gas, we make angry people without gas cylinders, know that, the white represents my pride, my people fight you never see we stopped, in our land, every day princesses die, they die, after the horror the heart no longer lives, without a party, homeland, if I left it's not my fault, some people can't accept their life, too many people flee from you, you miss this anchor and few things, I watch for my return like a guardian in front of his closed tower, a few verses for my family that I don't know, in the 20th century it's not allowed, it's not that I can't, but I don't want to go there, I'm not a hero, I only say what I feel and not alone, it's the city, the country, the world that screams, and some like me write about the homeland, my country, no more freedom of expression, there is a lot of suffering, only an hour of plane separates us, alone on our lady on the horizon I dream of seeing you in good health, what glory for a country without a torn, manipulated people for money.

CHORUS 2x:
From there I think of you, the homeland my country
there is a lot of suffering with its fatigue
is this the price of freedom?
of a forgotten freedom with its killings
the homeland is rotting.

(khaled)...

CHORUS 2x

(K-rim)
Sitting in silence constantly, I rehash my memories near my window, a reflection reflects a dark shadow on my white sheet, for you the white one who cries, far from terrors near my heart, fear dies when night comes, here I write for those we forget, the homeland, my country is this the price? the price of a forgotten freedom under the rugged cries, from there my black pencil makes my thoughts flow, for her the persecuted white of an evening, deep in my memory rests hope, on thin lines the bad luck of despair must see when she holds destiny in her hand, petty, oh white my love forever, when the day reflects, I hope everything stops, on my crumpled letters my only wish awaits my verses. For these ladies dressed in white haunted by the drama, under the charms far from the weapons, I saw tears fall silently on the threshold in mourning, covered in dead leaves disappointed, torn by a war that continues. What has become of respect a past, thinking about it, my heart hurts and my sentences stop moving forward.

CHORUS 2x