Lyrics Cheb Khaled, Faudel and Rachid Taha - Menfi

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

 And entered the middle of Biban, 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 Alasas come to us, 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 Grillo live 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