Lyrics
Then our flag was dyed with islam and arabic, first the french decamped and left us with the garbage Open, we could have it all but were enslaved again
But our roots go deep and our will is strong, we could have it all but were enslaved again, first the french decamped and left us with the garbage
come the wind come the hunger
First the french decamped and left us with the garbage, we will cling onto the land where we belong, what s the point waiting for the doorman to drop the key
first the french decamped and left us with the garbage
Then our flag was dyed with islam and arabic, we will cling onto the land where we belong, these are our mountains this is our place
For you know, power is addictive to the one it wields
so come the rain
there is always someone here to take the throne
we won t sit and wait for freedom any longer
They turned a blind eye to algeria s free men, first the french decamped and left us with the garbage, so come the rain
What s the point waiting for the doorman to drop the key, we will split the land before it falls apart
they ve always been too righteous for their own good
They forgot to whom this country once belonged, what s the point waiting for a better day to come along
for you know
They have sown with evil hands and harvest our tragedy, we must sacrifice the arm to save the heart
these are our mountains this is our place
then our flag was dyed with islam and arabic
they will bow to their dogs before they see our reign come
There is always someone here to take the throne, for you know
These are our mountains this is our place, they turned a blind eye to algeria s free men
We will split the land before it falls apart, then our flag was dyed with islam and arabic Open, first the french decamped and left us with the garbage
They forgot to whom this country once belonged, so come the rain
We could have it all but were enslaved again, come the wind come the hunger
Then our flag was dyed with islam and arabic, but our roots go deep and our will is strong
power is addictive to the one it wields
What s the point waiting for a better day to come along, then our flag was dyed with islam and arabic
We could have it all but were enslaved again, these are our mountains this is our place Letter, but our roots go deep and our will is strong
we must sacrifice the arm to save the heart
They forgot to whom this country once belonged, first the french decamped and left us with the garbage Open, we will cling onto the land where we belong
then our flag was dyed with islam and arabic
We will split the land before it falls apart, for without us algeria is suffering on her own
We will split the land before it falls apart, we won t sit and wait for freedom any longer Open, first the french decamped and left us with the garbage
We could have it all but were enslaved again, they forgot to whom this country once belonged
First the french decamped and left us with the garbage, all the same we will never let them have their filthy ways, we will break through the the door and have what s ours all along
First the french decamped and left us with the garbage, for you know, first the french decamped and left us with the garbage
We will cling onto the land where we belong, all the same we will never let them have their filthy ways Open, these are our mountains this is our place
What s the point waiting for the doorman to drop the key, we will cling onto the land where we belong
we won t sit and wait for freedom any longer
We won t sit and wait for freedom any longer, then our flag was dyed with islam and arabic, they turned a blind eye to algeria s free men
For you know, did you believe that they would listen just because they said they would
We will split the land before it falls apart, what s the point waiting for the doorman to drop the key
there is always someone here to take the throne
we will cling onto the land where we belong
These are our mountains this is our place, but our roots go deep and our will is strong, first the french decamped and left us with the garbage
All the same we will never let them have their filthy ways, we will break through the the door and have what s ours all along
First the french decamped and left us with the garbage, these are our mountains this is our place
So come the rain, these are our mountains this is our place Moddi, then our flag was dyed with islam and arabic
we will cling onto the land where we belong
they have sown with evil hands and harvest our tragedy
For without us algeria is suffering on her own, for without us algeria is suffering on her own
We won t sit and wait for freedom any longer, they ve always been too righteous for their own good, you ll be gone long before this evil falls asleep