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Album : Be cursed (Akwen ixdaε Ṛebbi) [ENG]
Be cursed...
We call upon those who have passed away To those who have died for its honour Even if it complains they don’t hear it any more All those who disappeared one day. My brothers, if someone told you This country which you love so much If they told you what they did Even the trees would cry The first elephant broke it The second destroyed it The country will be buried by the last remaining person Nobody imposed limits on them New vices appear Of which you are the source When we thought we had brought it all to an end It now seems to us that today is worse than yesterday The country that you weep for, you have destroyed It will not recover from it, it will not be healed But perhaps it will curse you Perhaps its curse will be revisited upon you. One day if the wind blows Let’s hope that it takes you with it Thus leaving space for the light Or then that god curses you. When it all began Every man, in coming Thought that freedom was the goal (purpose) In fact you had prepared everything The goal was power And not the coloniser Once you achieved your goal We had no more purpose You even gave it a name Be cursed On its journey the blazing inferno Left behind widows and orphans Wounds and tears He who undertook this all honestly Left his house empty No one remains but you. You have chained the people ‘Support us or we denounce you’ And you call that liberty Be cursed The country has become yours You abuse it as it suits you Because you hold it in your hands Your desires are orders No one can oppose you Under the powerless gaze of the people The country has become your property To those who oppose you, you say : ‘This is the way’ And you tell us ‘This is socialism’ Be cursed. In order to maintain your power You divided our lands Separated east and west Our oppositions got worse You instigated them By resting in the shadows We spy on each other We tear each other apart And you say this is the way to comradeship Be cursed. … Today even if the country suffers to her heights Even if we go without many things … Even if the fire (light) of former days languishes Your presence Remains an indelible evil But we poor people Despite all that has happened to us We persist in applauding you Let us be cursed. Zixi August 3nd 2006, England. |
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