Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hadari, artist - Souad Massi. Date of issue: 16.04.2015
Song language: Arab
Hadari(original) |
| ألا أيها الظَّالمُ المستبدُ |
| حَبيبُ الظَّلامِ، عَدوُّ الحياهْ |
| سَخَرْتَ بأنّاتِ شَعْبٍ ضَعيفٍ |
| وكفُّكَ مخضوبة ُ من دِماهُ |
| وَسِرْتَ تُشَوِّه سِحْرَ الوجودِ |
| وتبذرُ شوكَ الأسى في رُباهُ |
| حذارِ! |
| فتحت الرّمادِ اللهيبُ |
| ومَن يَبْذُرِ الشَّوكَ يَجْنِ الجراحْ |
| تأملْ! |
| هنالِكَ. |
| أنّى حَصَدْتَ |
| رؤوسَ الورى ، وزهورَ الأمَلْ |
| رُوَيدَكَ! |
| لا يخدعنْك الربيعُ |
| وصحوُ الفَضاءِ، وضوءُ الصباحْ |
| ففي الأفُق الرحب هولُ الظلام |
| وقصفُ الرُّعودِ، وعَصْفُ الرِّياحْ |
| حذارِ! |
| فتحت الرّمادِ اللهيبُ |
| ومَن يَبْذُرِ الشَّوكَ يَجْنِ الجراحْ |
| تأملْ! |
| هنالِكَ. |
| أنّى حَصَدْتَ |
| رؤوسَ الورى ، وزهورَ الأمَلْ |
| ورَوَيَّت بالدَّم قَلْبَ التُّرابِ |
| وأشْربتَه الدَّمعَ، حتَّى ثَمِلْ |
| سيجرفُكَ السيلُ، سيلُ الدماء |
| ويأكلُك العاصفُ المشتعِلْ |
| حذارِ! |
| فتحت الرّمادِ اللهيبُ |
| ومَن يَبْذُرِ الشَّوكَ يَجْنِ الجراحْ |
| تأملْ! |
| هنالِكَ. |
| أنّى حَصَدْتَ |
| رؤوسَ الورى ، وزهورَ الأمَلْ |
| حذارِ! |
| فتحت الرّمادِ اللهيبُ |
| ومَن يَبْذُرِ الشَّوكَ يَجْنِ الجراحْ |
| تأملْ! |
| هنالِكَ. |
| أنّى حَصَدْتَ |
| رؤوسَ الورى ، وزهورَ الأمَلْ |
| (translation) |
| Not you tyrannical tyrant |
| Lover of darkness, enemy of life |
| You mocked the groans of a weak people |
| And your palms stained with his blood |
| You wish to distort the magic of existence |
| The thorns of sorrow are sown in his Lord |
| Beware! |
| Opened the ashes of flame |
| And he who sows thorns reaps wounds |
| Meditation! |
| there. |
| that you reaped |
| The heads of the syllables, the flowers of hope |
| You're pissed off! |
| Spring don't deceive you |
| And the awakening of space, and the light of the morning |
| On the wide horizon is the horror of darkness |
| And the thunder pounding, and the wind blowing |
| Beware! |
| Opened the ashes of flame |
| And he who sows thorns reaps wounds |
| Meditation! |
| there. |
| that you reaped |
| The heads of the syllables, the flowers of hope |
| And I watered the heart of the earth with blood |
| I drank him with tears, until he got drunk |
| You will be swept away by a torrent, a torrent of blood |
| And the raging storm eats you |
| Beware! |
| Opened the ashes of flame |
| And he who sows thorns reaps wounds |
| Meditation! |
| there. |
| that you reaped |
| The heads of the syllables, the flowers of hope |
| Beware! |
| Opened the ashes of flame |
| And he who sows thorns reaps wounds |
| Meditation! |
| there. |
| that you reaped |
| The heads of the syllables, the flowers of hope |