Hamza Namira - Hila Hila Ya Matar | حمزة نمرة - هيلا هيلا يا مطر

هِيلاَ هِيلاَ يا مَطَرْ
Come down O Rain!
اِغْسِلي اوْراق الشَجَرْ
Wash the trees' leaves
الحُلْم مثْل الوَرْد يكْبَرْ
A dream - just like a rose - grows
والهِلالْ يصْبَحْ قَمَرْ
And the crescent becomes a full moon




اُدْخُلِي بِيُوت القَصَبْ
Enter the huts and shanty towns
واسْقِي أزْهار الغَضَبْ
And water the flowers of anger
وخَبِّرِي دَمْعِةْ بِلادِي
And inform my country's tears
إنّ ماسِحْهَا حَضَرْ
That the one who is going to wipe them has arrived




قَطْرةْ قطْرَة عَ الدُرُوبْ
Drop by drop on the paths
غَنِّي لِعْطَش القُلُوبْ
Sing for the hearts' thirst
وما تْخافِي السَحابْ يا حرة
And do not fear the clouds O free land
الصَفْو مِنْ بَعْد الكدَرْ
Good times always follow the bad ones




ضُمِّينِي وبِلِّي لِي رِيقِي
Embrace me and quench my thirst
وغَطِّي بِلْحافِكْ رَفِيقِي
And cover with your scarf my companion
مَهْمَا عَثَّرْنِي طَرِيقِي
No matter how many times I fall
المَسِيرَةْ تَسْتمرّ...
The journey will continue