| What’s the point waiting for the doorman to drop the key?
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| You’ll be gone long before this evil falls asleep.
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| What’s the point waiting for a better day to come along?
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| They will bow to their dogs before they see our reign come.
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| First the French decamped and left us with the garbage.
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| Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic.
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| They forgot to whom this country once belonged.
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| There is always someone here to take the throne.
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| Traitors, traitors, traitors.
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| Did you believe that they would listen just because they said they would?
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| How naïve! |
| They’ve always been too righteous for their own good.
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| For you know, power is addictive to the one it wields.
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| They have sown with evil hands and harvest our tragedy.
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| First the French decamped and left us with the garbage.
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| Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic.
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| They turned a blind eye to Algeria’s free men.
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| We could have it all but were enslaved again.
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| Traitors, traitors, traitors.
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| All the same we will never let them have their filthy ways.
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| We remain! |
| These are our mountains; |
| this is our place.
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| We will break through the the door and have what’s ours all along.
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| For without us Algeria is suffering on her own.
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| So come the rain, come the wind come the hunger.
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| We won’t sit and wait for freedom any longer.
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| We must sacrifice the arm to save the heart.
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| We will split the land before it falls apart.
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| First the French decamped and left us with the garbage.
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| Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic.
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| But our roots go deep and our will is strong.
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| We will cling onto the land where we belong.
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| Traitors, traitors, traitors. |