Zai, zai, zai saman
Ialla nuzur al ahel schufi goodbyes
Keber d weld
Schufi el nas mahneia, a zara
And on Sunday everything becomes quiet
Let's go out together as once upon a time
Visiting relatives
Look how big he has become
I saw people hunched over the fields
Reaping the wheat, entire families unite
The days of harvest
For the olive harvest
Zai, zai, zai
And one Sunday I met you by chance
And an indescribable pleasure burst out of me
Pleasure to meet you
Look what destiny is
Without meaning the West collapses
It will suffocate from greed
And absurd thirst for power
And from 'Orient hordes of fanatics

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