Khaled - وهران لمارساي (Oran Marseille) (English translation)

Khaled – وهران لمارساي

English translation

Arabic (Maghrebi), French

Original lyrics

وهران لمارساي

قولوا لعمري قلبي ما ينساكشي

من وهران لمارساي دلّالي

قولوا لعمري الكبدة اتقطعت بين زوج

من أورا لمارساي دلّالي

قولوا لعمري قلبي ما ينساكشي

من وهران لمارساي دلّالي

قولوا لعمري ترقد وتطفي الضو

من وهران لمارساي دلّالي

Les vagues s'écrasent sur les roches, fauchent, façades moches

Vie de cloche poche, vie de pez fastoche

Mais la poisse accroche ma face de métèque

Je viens du bled, pleins de verbes dans les bagages

Ca je tiens ma rage dans ma gorge

La plage déserte me pousse au cafard

Tu traînes dans les bars tard le soir

Où les soûlards se filent au rasoir

Spliff noir dans le cendar

Je sombre dans le mégotrip égoïste

Jette mes tripes dans la musique

Mars, ma ville, un plateau

Où le désert avance, un gâteau partagé à 10

Mes khos pendus à un lasso

Nourri au gaz de ville, à la lumière orange

Comme elle, je dérange, étranger aux pensées étranges

حتى نقول نبطّل وترضى عليّ

من وهران لمارساي دلّالي

تلمون نبغيها يا نبدا نجيبها

من وهران لمارساي دلّالي

من أورا لمارساي دلّالي

Des odeurs de couscous, de tajine, de pruneau,

De mafé, yassa, poisson frais

Pâtes carbo les épices me collent à la peau

Assise là, les pieds dans l'eau sous l'œil du tréo

Ma ville s'éveille chaque matin quand les fourmis s'en vont au boulot

Fragile, emporte ta faux, situation où tout le monde se marre

L'économica autre comme une vieille bécane

Pluries Ethnie cohabitation naturelle

Les cultures, les mœurs, les couleurs dansent comme dans une aquarelle

Seul le Serval dévoile la face B de la carte postale

Atone cache les nuages, un cercueil passe, mauvais présage

L'ennui vainqueur, sueur, peur devant les seringues de l'horreur

Le noir château entré sans un mot Mars aspire au renouveau

خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافها

من وهران لمارساي دلّالي

خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافهم

من وهران لمارساي دلّالي

يانا بغيت لقليبي المحنة الفاكرة

من وهران لمارساي دلّالي

قولوا لعمري ترقد وتطفي الضو

من وهران لمارساي دلّالي

English

Translation#1#2

Oran to Marseille

Tell my sweetheart: "My heart won't forget you"

From Oran1 to Marseille2, my love

Tell my sweetheart: "My liver had been split into two3"

From Oran1 to Marseille2, my love

Tell my sweetheart: "My heart won't forget you"

From Oran1 to Marseille2, my love

Tell my sweetheart: "Sleep and turn off the light"

From Oran1 to Marseille2, my love

The waves crash on the rocks, scythe, ugly facades

Life of a bell pocket, life of easy money

But bad luck clings to my foreigner's face

I come from the bled4, full of verbs in my luggage

I hold my rage in my throat

The deserted beach pushes me to despair

You hang out in bars late at night

Where the drunks fight with razors

Black spliff in the cendar

I sink into selfish stoner thoughts

Throw my guts into music

March, my city, a plateau

Where the desert advances, a cake shared by 10

My brothers hanging from a lasso

Fed on city gas, orange light

Like her, I disturb, a stranger with strange thoughts

Till I say: "I gave up" and she become pleased with me

From Oran1 to Marseille2, my love

I want her so much, I want to bring her back by any means

From Oran1 to Marseille2, my love

Scents of couscous5, tagine6, prunes7,

Mafé8, yassa9, fresh fish

Pasta carbo, spices stick to my skin

Seated there, feet in the water under the eye of the tréo

My city wakes up every morning when the ants go to work

Fragile, take your scythe, situation where everyone laughs

The other economy like an old bike

Several ethnicities, natural cohabitation

Cultures, customs, colors dance like in a watercolor

Only the Serval10 reveals the B-side of the postcard

Atonal hides the clouds, a coffin passes, a bad omen

Boredom wins, sweat, fear before the syringes of horror

The black castle entered without a word Mars aspires to renewal

Let the sea eat me, instead of receiving her anger

From Oran1 to Marseille2, my love

Let the sea eat me, instead of receiving their anger

From Oran1 to Marseille2, my love

Oh my, I brought that big ordeal to my heart

From Oran1 to Marseille2, my love

Tell my sweetheart: "Sleep and turn off the light"

From Oran1 to Marseille2, my love

1. a. b. c. d. e. f. g. h. i. j. k. l. m. n. o. p. q. r. s. t. u. Second most-populated city in Algeria, Khaled's birthplace
2. a. b. c. d. e. f. g. h. i. j. k. l. m. n. o. p. q. r. s. t. u. A port city on the Mediterranean, second most-populated city in France, known for it's Algerian and North African community
3. A metaphor for being in torment because of love and separation
4. An Arabic word بلاد, it means: "The country/homeland" or "My country/homeland"
5. (Arabic: كُسْكُس) is a traditional Maghrebi dish of small steamed granules of rolled semolina, served with vegetables and/or beef or chicken
6. (Arabic: طاجين) A Maghrebi dish, and also the earthenware pot in which it is cooked holds the same name, prepared with both vegetables and beef/chicken
7. dried plums
8. Senegalese peanut stew, a staple food in whole Western Africa, contains meat (lamb, beef, or chicken), tomatoes, onions, garlic, cabbage, leaf or root vegetables, peanuts
9. A spicy dish prepared with onions, lemon or mustard and marinated poultry, fish, or lamb, originally from Senegal, popular in whole Western Africa
10. African small wild cat, maybe a metaphor for an African skinny person but having a lot of power