Saturday, June 2, 2012

Malik L - Bulletproof Farmala, Part 1

Malik L - Bulletproof Farmala, Part 1
مالك الـ - الفرملة ضد الرصاص
Libya
Released in April, 2012



Shout out to my homie Malik L for putting the Arabic lyrics up on ReverbNation and touching up my translation.


Full Arabic lyrics and their English translation after the jump...


ARABIC LYRICS
فرملة ضدّ الرصاص

١٧ فبراير كان حلم الليبين 
Stood up from their sleep dreamin' - it ain't only just a dream!
جماعة لموا في المحكمة يعيطو بوسليم
والشعب طلعوا من السلماني لي شارع عشرين 
No more autocracy from this family of منافقين !
No more reading lies out of a book that’s colored green!
I think it first popped in Zintan, al-Bayda, Benghazi .
We ain't going home till you give us back our streets.
Al-Bayda ran شارع مستشفى screamin' الشعب يريد 
joined their brothers in شحات للموت ولا منتصرين 
Men and women united against 42 years of power.
عرب درنه took the entire city in less than 24 hour!
Shotgun blasts in Tobruk. طابور خامس don’t look! 
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks!
Men in the middle of مدينه مصراته motivated, on the move
from rooftop to streetblock like they had something to prove.
Not easy to die young even when there isn’t much to lose.
الله يرحم مهدي زيو ومحمد نبوس
انزرو في الزنقة الابطال صادو في الزنتان و الزاوية
في ساحة الشطرنج لعبو ضد معمر ابن الهاويه
كنا انفكروا في عرب طرابلس في كل ثانية
المدينة الي الله صبر وقوي اعصابها
وفي قلوبنا كان شجعان شباب العاصمة
تحيا لفشلوم وسوق الجمعة الي انبلوا في بداية العاصفة
So many years a brother been hangin' so close to the noose.
When I got the opportunity I ran home like Babe Ruth.
والشباب في كل بلاد اللي ساكنين فيه
Answered the call to fight jumpin' the border screamin' أَنا ليبي
And you know son, yo, we ready for action. 
Now that I'm at home, son, عم قاصد eatin' fasulye, relaxin' 
But الشهداء got a brother so depressed
نلبس فرملة ضدّ الرصاص to protect my chest.
The revolution isn’t over, soldier. We still got المتسلّقين who never rest.
Most of these snakes is slitherin' behind the walls of المجلس 
Abdul Jalil takin' advantage cuz he knows we used to being oppressed.
Understand that this all started from one single protest!
Half a century of rule can be wiped out with a single arrest!
الثورة حَيستمرّ هاك الفرملة ضد الرصاص وألبس
That’s why Malik L composes for my youth this bullet proof orchestra.
There's no more fear, young man. Just pack ya bulletproof farmalas!

ENGLISH LYRICS

Bulletproof farmala (farmala= traditional Libyan vest men wear)

17 February was the dream of Libyans.
Stood up from their sleep dreamin' - it ain't only just a dream!
They all went to the courthouse to weep for [the victims of] Abu Sleem
and the people went out from Silmani to 20 Street.
No more autocracy from this family of hypocrites!
No more reading lies out of a book that’s colored green!
I think it first popped in Zintan, al-Bayda, Benghazi.
We ain't going home till you give us back our streets.
Al-Bayda ran [through] Hospital Street screaming "the people want!"
joined their brothers in Shahaat for either victory or death.
Men and women united against 42 years of power.
The Arabs of Derna took the entire city in less than 24 hours!
Shotgun blasts in Tobruk. Fifth column, don’t look!
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks!
Men in the middle of the city of Misrata motivated, on the move
from rooftop to street block like they had something to prove.
Not easy to die young even when there ain't much to lose.
God have mercy on Mahdi Zyoo and Mohammed Nabbous.
In the alleys the heroes stood fast in Zintan and Zawiya.
In the square they played chess against Muammar ibn Dumpster!
We were thinking of the Arabs of Tripoli every second,
the city to which God gave patience and to whose insurgents he gave strength.
And in our hearts was the bravery of the capital's youth.
Long live Fashloom and Suq al-Jum'a, which rose up( got wet) at the beginning of the storm.
So many years a brother been hangin' so close to the noose.
When I got the oppurtunity I ran home like Babe Ruth.
And the Libyan youth in every country that they lived in
answered the call to fight, jumpin' the border screamin', "I'm Libyan!"
And you know son, yo, we ready for action.
Now that I'm at home, son, I where I want to be eatin' fasulye, relaxin'
But martyrs got a brother so depressed
I wear this bulletproof farmala to protect my chest.
The revolution isn’t over, soldier. We still got ladder-climbers who never rest.
Most of these snakes is slitherin' behind the walls of the [National Transitional] Council.
Abdul Jalil takin' advantage 'cause he knows we used to being oppressed.
Understand that this all started from one single protest!
Half a century of rule can be wiped out with a single arrest!
The revolution will go on. Here take this bulletproof farmala - and wear it.

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