Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Djewal, artist - Babylone. Album song Brya, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 26.06.2013
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: Arab
Djewal(original) |
| وأنا مع صحابي جوال ماشي في طريقي |
| قهوة وقارو ودخان يا و المورال يشالي |
| والموسيقى ديال زمان قرب ياحبيبي |
| ليلي ونهاري غناي أرواح تسمع القروابي |
| وأنا مع صحابي جوال ماشي في طريقي |
| قهوة وقارو ودخان يا و المورال يشالي |
| والموسيقى ديال زمان قرب ياحبيبي |
| ليلي ونهاري غناي أرواح تسمع القروابي |
| هيي قولوا للناس |
| قولوا للحاضرين |
| قولوا للغايبين |
| خديت موقفي خلاص |
| قولوا للي هجرني ونساني مانقطعشي لياس |
| اآآه |
| مانقطعشي لياس |
| وأنا مع صحابي جوال سمعت صوت ينادي |
| من بعيد راه جاي وقيلا وليد بلادي |
| اعوام وسنين عداو وهو في الغربة غادي |
| جابتو ريحة البلاد، جا يسمع الحراشي |
| وأنا مع صحابي جوال سمعت صوت ينادي |
| من بعيد راه جاي وقيلا وليد بلادي |
| اعوام وسنين عداو وهو في الغربة غادي |
| جابتو ريحة البلاد، جا يسمع الحراشي |
| هييي يا الرايح وين مسافر |
| بلاك تروح تعيا وتولي |
| شحال ندمو العباد قبلك وقبلي |
| قبلك وقبلي |
| (translation) |
| I'm with my companions, I'm on my way |
| Coffee, qaru, and smoke, oh, and the Moral is right |
| And the music is a long time near, my love |
| Night and day singing souls that hear sacrifices |
| I'm with my companions, I'm on my way |
| Coffee, qaru, and smoke, oh, and the Moral is right |
| And the music is a long time near, my love |
| Night and day singing souls that hear sacrifices |
| Hey tell people |
| Tell the attendees |
| Tell the absent |
| I took my position |
| Tell the one who deserted me and forgot me, don't cut me off, despair |
| ahhh |
| don't stop yas |
| While I was with my friend on the phone, I heard a voice calling |
| From afar, he saw him coming and said Walid Baladi |
| Years and years of enmity while he is in exile, he is gone |
| The wind of the country has come, he can hear the Harrachi |
| While I was with my friend on the phone, I heard a voice calling |
| From afar, he saw him coming and said Walid Baladi |
| Years and years of enmity while he is in exile, he is gone |
| The wind of the country has come, he can hear the Harrachi |
| Hey, where are you traveling? |
| Black, go to bed and take over |
| Shall we regret the servants before you and me |
| before you and me |