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Sout Al Horeya صوت الحريه Amir Eid – Hany Adel – Hawary On Guitar & Sherif On Keyboards

December 12, 2019


I went down to the streets, vowing not to return And wrote with my blood on every street Our voices reached those who could not hear them And we broke through all barriers Our weapon was our dreams And tomorrow is looking as bright as it seems For ages we’ve been waiting Searching but unable to find our place In every street in my country
The sound of freedom is calling We held our head up high to the sky And hunger didn’t matter to us anymore The most important thing is our rights And write our history with our blood If you were one of us Don’t blather and tell us To leave and abandon our dream And stop saying the word ‘I’ In every street in my country
The sound of freedom is calling Dark Egyptian Hands; against discrimination, rise
Outstretched amid roars of might O Novel Youth, Into spring the autumn weaves Awakening the murdered by a miracle achieved
Kill me, the dead shall not retreat your country With the ink of blood, I write the future of my country
Is that my blood or spring? Both are in green
I smile from happiness not grief In every street in my country
The sound of freedom is calling

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