| What a great joy since his return home All worries fled and the world was Changed around me Your father or your husband, Proud we will be among the people The light of the heavens, everywhere is lit When she stroked the infant, laughter Appeared on her face Your dear child, gold with sharp tones We will wait for your father when he walks on the trails Even when the sun is hot Even when the snow has unfolded Even when the rock is sharpened I love you my Mountain Under the skies, it has become incrusted among the stars We dream of days when misery is not invented O land of the poor, no one is satisfied Pride has gnawed us, O black vengeance By whgich one answers From anger that is thought to cure…
Credits Song: Berber song Singer: Idir (Hamid Cheriet) Animation: Courtesy of Tafzimt Idurar Berber text: genius.com English translation: FREEmedia Copyright: Fair use principle, for educational purposes. |