Wlad El​-​Balad | ولاد البلد

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lyrics

English :


Everything has two faces, so I kept one for you
Peace does not work anymore, and the cheating is from you
Come on, kill the monster inside us, we’ll create one from you
Once the glass of oil in his hand is done, pour him some cement
I’m not the one who brought you here and then left you hanging
Those who believe in homeland, make you swear on your nationality
soon we will become rare
When do you think we will find our way???
Till when do you think we’ll survive??
Even if your saying is worthless,
“Ya A’arsa Baseeta”
Carrying the blame like porterage, and barely walking
Here’s your brother in faith fighting for his turn
I’ll always be a thorn in your throat, if you remove it you’ll spit more thorns
They hired you as a protector regardless of how hot the hell is
[Confusion] what is the trick !!!
I’ve been holding my head high for so long but my ideas are getting heavier
Seeking to exchange time for value
It is not my fault, war is a beast
The problem is when we seek refuge of concrete, because we’re all apart


Chorus:
We are the children of the country..
But the priority is for the interest
Fight for life, we’ve seen the death so close to us x2
We are the children of the country..
“He said”, “she said” do not help, and if you are lost, ask the one who is financing you


You want me to run a peace agreement
First you have to heal your wounds,
If making music is a crime, consider me a music sculptor
They launched a grant in the country
If you like to know about the war inside me, not a lot of time is left
You want me to defend the leader, or to defend myself?
Do you want me to dry my spits and laugh in the face of the one shooting me??
Do you want me to give “Khairy” (my good things) to the country and erase my name?
I’m Syrian, and that does not mean you can damage me,
I’m furious; don’t try to hold me back
I attack to survive.
He is not traveling in order to be miserable
Unlike the destitute at the bottom of the hood, who is waiting to forget
No more patient people to strive
If you take, you’ll have the middle finger
Build your constitution and I’ll make music with my nine fingers
They wrapped the land with wire
They wrapped the land with wire
My stability does not depend on the day I return home anymore
They told me war is a fraud
Come on, take the belonging from the people concerned
Because we are the ones with the reputation

Arabic :

لكل شي وشن ف مخبي وش الكن
الصلح ما عاد ماشي و الغش منكن
تعوا , اقتلوا الوحش الي فينا منخلق وحش منكن
بس يخلص كاس النفط يللي بايدو صبّلوا شمينته
مو انا يللي خلفتك و نسيتك
الي مآمن بالوطن عم يحلفك بجنسيتك
!! بكرة منندر, قولتك ايمتى منندل, قولتك يمتى منضل
لو اولك ايمته صندل
يا عرصه بسيطة
حامل العتب عتالة و راكد بالذّور
ليكه اخوك بالإيمان عم يطاحش بالدّور, بقيان
شوكة بحلقك ان بتشيلها بتبزق شوك
وظفوك حامي الحمى نسيوا قديش جهنم شوب
الحيرة شو الحيلة ..
الي زمان رافع راسي بس افكاري صايرة تقيلة
بسعى لبدّل الوقت بقيمة
شو ذنبي الحرب بهيمة
العلّة ان لجئنا لباطون كرمال كل حضن بديرة
اللازمة :

ولاد البلد نحنا بس
المصالح اولى
ان كعيت لتعيش الموت كان قاب قوس او ادنى
ولاد البلد نحنا
قال عن قيل ما بتفيد و ان ضعت سال يللي مولك
بدك دير صلحة !؟
بالأول كوي جرحك
اذا التلحن جنحة
فبالموسيقى بنحت
فاتحين بالوطن منحة
ان عبالك تعرف شو في حرب جوا نفسي , فدوبك تلحق
بدك صون القائد او احفظ مية وشي ؟
بدك نشف ريئي و اضحك بوش م برشني ؟؟
بدك اعطي خيري للبلد و امحي اسمي!!
سوري ما بيعني فيك تتلفني
فلتت فلا تمسكني
بهاجم لأبقى
هاد مو مهاجر ليشقى
عكس المحروم بسفل الحارة يللي ناطر لينسى
ماضل صابر لنسعى
ان اخدت ف إلك وسطى
شيد دستورك بالفك موسيقى باصابعي التسعة
لفّوا الارض بسلك ... لفوا الارض بسلك
استقراري ما عاد مرهون بيوم الرجعة
قالولي الحرب خدعة
تعوا انزعوا الإنتماء من صحاب الشان مشان نحنا صحاب السمعة

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