Ya laymi
Gnawa Diffusion Lyrics

briya gnawiya lmizane, lhali mermiya, fi blade syah lbit w lkloub lmensiya
This is the Gnawa rhythm from the M'izan region, it's a hypnotic beat that lures people in from the dark streets and from around town.

benechwa lgharbiya, w ngham chaabiya halit 3iyniya, w ghir halit 3iyniya bdit netserseb w nsayes flhiiya
Westerner, the people may be dancing to their own local music, but I'm stuck doubting myself and struggling to understand what's happening.

w 3la mhayni, 3la mhayni, 3la mhaynii, w 3la mhayen denyaaa
I keep thinking about my troubles, my troubles, my troubles... On the other side of the world.

w ya laymi ya laymi ya laymi ya laymi ya laymi oooooh, wa laymi ya laymi ya laymi wah ya laymi aaaaaaaa
My pain, oh my pain, oh my pain, my pain, my pain... Oh, my pain, my pain, my pain, my pain.

gouloli w alach nas lekiya rafdine laalam melboundokiya
Tell me why these people lie, and why they try to silence the spirit of love within me.

rafdine laalam mel boundokiya lwjouh shiha lkbayel jenkiiya
Those who try to suppress love are defeated when faced with a powerful and positive spirit.

ya houmti lbaliya, testena flbabor, lhara lkhaliya...dyouba w lhnach dor bjmaat mekhfiya w tassa rougiya w lmisiriya berdoudi khoudoukha berdou berdoudi khoudoukha khaloni khaloni khaloniiii
My darling, be patient and wait by the door. There's no freedom in the narrow streets. The beat of drums from Morocco, Egypt and Meknes combine to take me on a wild journey.

jma3at mkhfiya tassa rougiya w lmisiriya..berdoudi khoudoukha tart l3akliya khaloni netkiiya w 3la mhayni 3la mhayni 3la mhayni
The hidden group of musicians drumming from Moroccan, Egyptian and Meknesian tribes come together to make me dance and forget about my troubles, but I can't help but think about them.

w yalaymi ya laymi ya laymi ya laymi ya laymi oooooooh
Oh my pain, my pain, my pain, my pain, my pain... Ooooooh.

gouloli w 3lach nas lebkiya rafdine laalam melboundokiya
Tell me why people act like they're crying when they try to silence love.

w jali hemra ma hi memhiya ma bkat ghefla wala jelda triyaaa
And with the red sun, time continues to pass... I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or not.

fi tayrellaliya taho maleya yazado taho nassi w dfent waldiya
In the land of Talaalia, there's a high plateau where people come together, both rich and poor, and dance to their hearts' content.

fi tayrelaliya mazal ta3merr lkbor mazaaal trab mahfooor mazal lmout dor, besm lhouriya w ljoumhoriya jebdo zarbiya, w besmi chiiya defno houkokna lmadaniya*2
In Talaalia, there's still hope for the future, even though life may be difficult. In the name of freedom and democracy, let's dance to the beat that unites us all. Let's make our voices heard and bring the spirit of the city back to life.

3la mhayni 3la mhayni w 3la mhayen denya ha laymi wah ya laymi wah yaaa laymi aaah, WA LWALI WAH YA SIDI BEN ABASS, ha laymi wah ya laymi wah yaaa laymi aaah, w degdegdam degdam digidam brrrrrrrrr w dag digidam degdegdam degg!!!
I can't help but think about my troubles, my troubles, and the troubles of the world... Oh my pain, my pain, my pain. In the name of Sidi Ben Abass, let's dance the pain away and make the drumbeats throb in our hearts.