The song translates:
I went out saying I’m not coming back And I wrote with my blood in every street
We made everyone listen And all the barriers were broken
Our weapons were our dreams And tomorrow is clear in front of us
From a long time we have been waiting Searching not finding a place for us
Chorus:
In every street in my country The voice of freedom is calling
In every street in my country The voice of freedom is calling
We raised our heads up high And not caring about hunger anymore
The most important thing is our right And writing our history with our blood
If you were one of us stop talking telling us
To walk away and leave our dream And stop saying the word “I”
Chorus:
In every street in my country The voice of freedom is calling
In every street in my country The voice of freedom is calling
The voice says : “Egyptian brown hands … which knows how to discriminate… outstretched in the middle of the roaring … breaking all the frames … the adorable youth came out … changed its autumn to spring … and did the miracle … they raised the dead … kill me … killing me won’t bring your country back … I’m writing with my blood a new life for my nation … is this my blood or the spring? … both of them are colored green … am I smiling from my happiness or sadness?
Chorus:
In every street in my country The voice of freedom is calling
In every street in my country The voice of freedom is calling
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