Текст песни Khaled, Rachid Taha, Faudel - Menfi

Tell Lamy, don't cry, exile
Your son, our Lord, does not leave you, exile

I entered the middle of Al Bayban, my exile
And the seven are the Gideon, my exile
And he said to me, You smoke something, exile
In the midst of them, I am astonished, my exile

Donny to Dribnal, exile
Young and old, criminal, exile
And the chain weighs a pound of exile
Train me year and day, exile

On the entrance, my head is exiled
And give me falsehood and Pilas, my exile
And exile us, Oasas, exile
On the 8th, you hear a yoke, exile

O my heart, your response is defective, my exile
And always, how are you, exile?
And the gallon drenched in water, my exile
And the grillot lived in it, exile

Tell Lamy, don't cry, exile
Your son, our Lord, does not leave you, exile
Be patient, my mother, do not cry, exile
Your son, our Lord, does not leave you, exile