Cairokee "Ehna el shaab (احنا الشعب)" lyrics

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Ehna el shaab (احنا الشعب)

من كل جهات المدن الخرساالوف شبانزاحفين بينادوا بموت الفجراستنوا الفجر ورا فجران القتل يكفطب ان القبضه تخفولذلك خرجوا يطالبوابالقبض على القبضهوتقديم الكفالدم

قلب الميدان وعدلوكأنه دن نحاس مصهورانا عندى فكرة عن المدناللى يكرهها النوروالقبر اللى بات مش مسرورعندى فكرة عن العاروميلاد الناروالسجن فى قلبى مش على رسمه سورقلت له لأ يا بيهانا اسفبلدى بربيع وصباحلسه فى قلبى هديل الينابيعلسه فى صوتى صهيل المصباحلسه العالم حي رايح جيبيفرق بين الدكنه وبين الضىبلدى مهما تتضيع مش حتضيعما ضايع الا ميدان وسيع

احنا الشعببتوع الاجمل والطريق الصعباحنا الشعببتوع الضرب ببوز الجزمه وسن الكعباحنا الشعببتوع الاجمل والطريق الصعباحنا الشعببتوع الضرب ببوز الجزمه وسن الكعب

ولا باعرف ابكى صحابى غير فى الليلانا اللى واخد على القمرومكلمه اطنان من الشهورواللى قتلنى ما ظهر له دليلوفى ليله التشييعكان القمر غافل مجاشوالنجم كان حافللا بطل الرقصه ولا الارتعاشواما بلغنى الخبراتزحم الباباتخاطفونى الاحبابده يغسل.. ده يكفن.. ده يعجن كف ترابوانا كنت موصى لا تحملنى الا كتوف اخواناكلوا على خوانوما بينهمش خيانه ولا خوانوالا نعشى ما ينفدش من البابما اجمل نومه على كتوف اصحابكتعرف صادقك من كدابكتبحث عن صاحب انبل وشفى زمن الغش

احنا الشعببتوع الاجمل والطريق الصعباحنا الشعببتوع الضرب ببوز الجزمه وسن الكعباحنا الشعببتوع الاجمل والطريق الصعباحنا الشعببتوع الضرب ببوز الجزمه وسن الكعب

بصيت وحاسب نفسى بين خلانىتعالوا شوفوا الدنيا من مكانىحاشتنا اغراض الحياه عن النظربالرغم من نبل الالم والانتظاراتعلمنا حاجات اقلها الحذرونمنا سنوات مدهشهنحلب ليالى حلمنا المنتظروامتلات الاسواق بالمواكبتبيع صديد الوهم والمراكبفارشه بالوطن على الرصيفبالفكر والجياع وبالعناكب ومذله الرغيف

انتوا التوقيف واحنا السيرانتم لصوص القوتواحنا بنبنى بيوتاحنا الصوت ساعه ما تحبوا الدنيا سكوتايوه الصوت ساعه ما تحبوا الدنيا سكوتاحنا شعبين شعبين شعبينشوف الاول فين؟؟والتانى فين؟؟وآدى الخط بين الاتنين بيفوتانتم بعتم الارض بفاسها بناسهافى ميدان الدنياباتت وش وضهربطن وصدروالريحه سبقت طلعت انفاسها

احنا الشعببتوع الاجمل والطريق الصعباحنا الشعببتوع الضرب ببوز الجزمه وسن الكعباحنا الشعببتوع الاجمل والطريق الصعباحنا الشعببتوع الضرب ببوز الجزمه وسن الكعب

واذا كنت لوحدى دلوقتبكره مع الوقتحتزور الزنزانه دى اجيالواكيد فيه جيلاوصافه غير نفس الاوصافان شاف يوعىوان وعى ما يخافانتم الخونه حتى لو خانى ظنىخد مفاتيح سجنك وياك واترك لى وطنىوطنى غير وطنكومشىقلت لنفسىما خدمك الا من سجنك

We're The People

from all the speechless townsthousands of youngerscrawling, calling for dying of dawnthey waited dawn after dawnfor ending up the murderingor even the fist to be lightso they've gone out demandingto arrest the fistand catch up the palmThe Blood!

made the square updside downlike a molten cooperI have an idea about the townswhich the light hatesand the grave which lived the night unhappierI have an idea about the sameand the birth of fireand the prison in my heart and not a paint on a wallI said No! why, sir?I'm sorrymy country in spring and morningstill in my heart, cooing of springsstill in my picture, the neigh of the lampstill the world alive, going and comingdiffers between darkness and lightmy country as long as you lost, it won't get lostno one gets lost but a vast square

we're the peoplewhose the prettier and the difficult waywe're the peoplewho being hit by a shoes' head and heel's notchwe're the peoplewhose the prettier and the difficult waywe're the peoplewho being hit by a shoes' head and heel's notch

and I can't cry on my friends but on nightI'm the one who is friendly with the moonand talked to it for tons of monthsand who killed me, no evidence appearedand on the night of funeralwhen the moon disappeared and didn't comeand the star was fulldidn't stopped the dance nor the shiveringand when I've got the newsthe door got crowdedthe lovely people kidnapped mesomeone bathes me, and this shrouds me and this impastes lamp of dustand I've recommended no one carries me but brotherhoods' shouldersthey got betrayedno cheating or agents between themor else my coffin won't pass the doorno pretty sleep but the sleep on friends' shouldersthen you know your true one and your liar oneyou look for a damn noble friend in fraud era

we're the peoplewhose the prettier and the difficult waywe're the peoplewho being hit by a shoes' head and heel's notchwe're the peoplewhose the prettier and the difficult waywe're the peoplewho being hit by a shoes' head and heel's notch

looked around and thought I'm between my unclescome and see the world from my positionlife's purposes prevent us of lookingin spite of the nobility of the pain and waitingwe've learnt things, at least of 'em is the prudenceand we've slept for surprising yearsmilking nights of our expected dreamand markets filled by motorcadesselling the hunted bubble and the boatsfurnishing the home along the pavementby the thinking, the hungry, the spiders, and the letting down of a bread

you're the stopper and we're the walkeryou're a food's burglarbut we build houseswe're the voice when you want the world silenceyeah..the voice when you want the world silencewe're two people..two people..two peoplelook where's the first?where's the other?and that's the line in between passing awayyou've sold the land with its axes and its peoplein square of universebecame a face and a backa stomach and a chestand the smell paced and its breath came up

we're the peoplewhose the prettier and the difficult waywe're the peoplewho being hit by a shoes' head and heel's notchwe're the peoplewhose the prettier and the difficult waywe're the peoplewho being hit by a shoes' head and heel's notch

and if I'm alone nowtomorrow by timegenerations are going to visit this celland there's a generation surelytheir descriptions aren't the usualif they see, they will understandand if they understand, they won't never be afraidyou're the betrayers even if my guess betrayed metake your prison's keys with you and let my home offmy home's not as same as yoursand he walked awayI said to my selfno one served you but your jailer

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