rain running down our foreheads ... To Marie-Helene
And to all the natives of this beautiful country of Algeria.
T ant rain suddenly on our foreheads,
S ur our fields, our homes,
U No flood here, the storm this season,
Q ow is the reason?
E oes to drown our perjury,
O u wash our wounds?
E s it for harvest, the most fertile soils?
E oes to destroy them?
P hy this rain, why?
E oes a message, is it a cry from heaven?
J 'ai cold my country, I'm cold;
A s you lost your sun rays?
P hy this rain, why?
E s it a blessing, is to punish us?
J 'ai cold my country, I'm cold;
F aut he celebrate or curse?
J sought him in the book who knows
A u palm of his verses,
I 've read: "Seeking the answers to your questions!
C Herche the hyphen "
U does beggar on my way
" Q ue you doing in the street? "
" M are the son and my husband went one morning
A N o is income. "
P hy this rain, why
C ette water, clouds that surprise us?
Miss E said: "This rain, you see!
C e are tears to the eyes of men "
" C is to give you tears
D ince too long they have dried. The
men are not forgotten weapons
Q hen they know not cry anymore. "
C oule rain running down our foreheads! |
Idir songwriter
(on a text by JJ Goldman)
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