Arab Spring
What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?The grief coming out from me is a scream from my worried heartWhat Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?Those falling people are innocent, who is responsible ?We dreamt of a thriving Spring, which fragrance would spread over peopleBut this Spring turned out confusing, blossomed with blood of children and peopleIt started with a vegetables cart, then it turned into a Revolution in the fieldThey made our Revolution a red One which kills in the name of ReligionsBig states entered into us with their political interestsSleep flew away from our nights because of our unprotected housesThey brought those Barbarian Mongols from remote placesTheir hearts are filled with indisputable and recalcitrant barbary and ideologyThe roar of their voices flew, they told them : "you are combatants,Arab World is your trench. Do not set apart a color or a religion"The folks decided their fates, their rights to live freelyBut, alas ! Revolution took them back to slaveryWhat Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?The grief coming out from me is a scream from my worried heartWhat Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?Those falling people are innocent, who is responsible ?The aim of the Revolution is progress, not regressionI dread the lenghtening of this Revolution turns us into a masqueradeI want a green Spring which announces a new summerThey turned us into a red Spring, they strafed us with weapons and ironSummer's shining sun rises behind SpringAfter summer, autumn hears the thunder of the winter's cloudThus that rain will come tomorrow and wash our red landsThe revolution of life comes back with the human screamThey called us "Arab Spring", this autumn blossomed into chaosThe West prevented the Arab folk from becoming free through a white revolutionI dread for this Arab folk, Others are planning Revolutions (for him)And Arabs remain ignorant as a child leading in kindergartenWhat Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?The grief coming out from me is a scream from my worried heartWhat Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?Those falling people are innocent, who is responsible ?