Voice Of Freedom - صوت الحريه

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I went out and said I won’t be back .. نزلت و قلت أنا مش راجع
And wrote with my blood in every street .. و كتبث بدمي في كل شارع

Our voices reached the ones who couldn’t hear .. سمعنا اللي مكنش سامع
And the blockades were broken .. و اتكسرت كل الموانع

Our weapons were our dreams .. سلاحنا كان أحلامنا
And tomorrow is clear in front of us .. و بكرة واضح قدمنا
We have been waiting for so long .. من زمان بنيستانا
We are searching and can’t find our place .. بندور مش لاقيىن مكان

Aahhaahh .. ﺃﻫﻫﻫﻫﻫﻪ
In every street in my country .. في كل شارع فبلادي
The voice of freedom calls .. صوت الحرية بينادي

In every street in my country .. في كل شارع فبلادي
The voice of freedom calls .. صوت الحرية بينادي

Yohoo ahhhaa .. ﺃﻫﻫﻫﻫﻫﻪ يووووو
Uohh ..ههههه

We held our heads up high to the sky .. رفعنا رأسنا ﻓلسمة
And the hunger is no longer important .. ﺑﻴﻫﻣﻧﺎ والجوع مبئاش

The most important thing is our rights .. أهم حاجة حقنا
And write our History with our blood .. و نكتب تاريخنا بدمنا

If you are one of us .. لو كنت واحد مننا
Stop speaking and saying .. بلاش ترغي و تقولنا
To leave and let our dream go .. نمشي ونصيب حلمنا
Stop saying the word “I”
“أنا” بطل تقول كلمة

In every street in my country .. في كل شارع فبلادي
The voice of freedom calls .. صوت الحرية بينادي

In every street in my country .. في كل شارع فبلادي
The voice of freedom calls .. صوت الحرية بينادي

Yohoo ahhhaa .. ﺃﻫﻫﻫﻫﻫﻪ يووووو
Uohh .. ههههه

In every street in my country .. في كل شارع فبلادي
(Our weapons were our dreams .. سلاحنا كان أحلامنا ) 

The voice of freedom calls .. صوت الحرية بينادي
(And tomorrow is clear in front of us .. و بكرة واضح قدمنا)

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