Hoba Hoba Spirit "Fine Ghadi Biya" lyrics

Fine Ghadi Biya

On y comprend plus rienOn sait plus d'où on vient

On est perdu en chemin

Et on en voit pas la fin

Un petit peu tradition

Un petit science fiction

résultat confusion c'est la fusion qui con

complètement paumé

on perd tous nos repèreset plus rien n'est très clairon est des cyber berbères perdus sur la terrefaut peut être ralentirpour rectifier le tirralentir pour arrêter ce déliregoulha liya nta ila kounti 3arefhafine ghadi biya khouya

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7naya ga3 talfine3aychine bine ou binema 3arfinch fine ghadyinechkoune tab3ineghir tab3ine tab3ine tab3inetab3ine ki lebhayemjaboulna l'internet hna fhemna interbnataji tchati m3aya oumen be3d netla9aw fel 9ahwawalakine m3a seb3a khassha tkoune gualssam3a el walid ou el walida ka yetfarjou f telfazaseria messriya 3endakoum ngelbouha ou nti7ou f chi fdi7amais tout le monde ici sait que ce que tu fais après 7 heurestu peux le faire à toute heuremais ça c'est pas important ce qui compte c'est ce que disent les gensc'est el hedra dial nass à l'heure du e-businesstu fais tout ce que tu veux tant qu'on y voit que du feugoulha liya nta fine ghadi biya khouya

fine ghadi biya khouyafine ghadi biya khouyafine ghadi biya khouyafine ghadi biya khouya

ma hemni oula rechanighir fra9 se7bama hemni oula rechanila saba la guemrama hemni oula rechanighir fra9 se7bama hemni oula rechanichemsna douha guemra

fine ghadi biya khouyafine ghadi biya khouyafine ghadi biya khouyafine ghadi biya khouya

lougha rasmiya 3arbiachouiya darijatu sors de casa ma kayen ghir chel7aet tu veux faire un CV alors tu le fais en françaismais ki ghan ndirou bach netfahmoumais nous tout ce qu'on sait fairec'est surveiller son frèrem3a men kounti ach men sa3a dkheltiyakma kmiti oulla chrebtidkhelti liya f se7ti tle3ti liya f rassikhellini n3ich 7yati ou 7sabi m3a rabbiça fait comme ça :khellini n3ich 7yati ou 7sabi m3a rabbi...fine ghadi biya khouya

fine ghadi biya khouyafine ghadi biya khouyafine ghadi biya khouyafine ghadi biya khouya

Where are you taking me to?

No one no longer understands anythingWe don't know where we came from anymore

We're lost along the way

And we don't see the end

A little bit of tradition

A little bit of science fiction

The result is confusion, it's the fusion that makes you stupid

completely clueless

We lose all our benchmarksAnd nothing is still very clearWe're cyber berbers lost on EarthWe probably should slow downto rectify the shotslow down to stop this madnessYou should tell me, if you knowWhere are you taking me brother?

Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?

We're all lostLiving in betweenNot knowing where we are going toNor who we're followingJust following, following, followingFollowing the flockThey brought us the internet, we confused it with inter-girlsCome chat with me and then we can meet at the cafeBut at 7PM she has to be sittingWith her mom and dad watching TVThey're watching an Egyptian series, but being careful they don't accidentally flip the channel, and end up seeing some scandalBut everyone here knows that what you do after 7PM, you can do it at any timeBut that is not important, what really matters is what people sayIt's gossip talk, at the time of e-businessYou can do whatever you want, as long as only the fire can be seenYou should tell, where are you taking me brother?

Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?

Nothing concerned me or corrupted me,except parting companionshipNothing mattered to me or corrupted me,Not injuries nor the moonNothing bothered me or corrupted me,except separation from my friendsNothing concerned me, I didn't careOur sunlight is cinder

Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?

Official language, ArabicA little bit of DarijaIf you get out of Casablanca, there's only BerberAnd if you want to write a CV, you have to do it in FrenchSo what should we do to be able to understand each other?But the only thing we know how to do,is monitoring your brother:"Who were you with?What time did you come back home?Are you sure you didn't smoke or drink anything?"You're interfering with my health,you're making my blood boil, you're penetrating my headLet me live my own life, and let God judge me...It goes like this:Let me live my own life, and let God judge meLet me live my own life, and let God judge meLet me live my own life, and let God judge meLet me live my own life, and let God judge meLet me live my own life, and let God judge meWhere are you taking me brother?

Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?Where are you taking me brother?

Exodus, movement of ImmigrantsExodus, movement of Immigrantsmovement of Immigrants... (newcomers, settlers,...)