Kelmti Horra (My Word Is Free) Lyrics
| Song | Kelmti Horra (My Word Is Free) |
| Artist | Emel Mathlouthi |
| Album | The Rough Guide to Arabic Revolution |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We are free men who are not afraid, | |
| we are the secrets that never die, | |
| and we are the voice of those who resist, | |
| in their chaos, we are the flash of light. | |
| I am the right of the oppressed, | |
| snatched up by dogs | |
| looting the daily bread | |
| and closing doors to shut off the rush of ideas. | |
| I am part of the free and unafraid, | |
| I am the secrets that never die, | |
| I am the voice of those who do not give up, | |
| I am free and my word is free. | |
| I am free and my word is free. | |
| Don’t forget the price of the bread, | |
| don’t forget he who sowed in us the seed of sorrow, | |
| don’t forget he who betrayed us. | |
| I am part of the free and unafraid, | |
| I am the secrets that never die, | |
| I am the voice of those who do not give up, | |
| I am the secret of the red rose, | |
| a redness that was worshiped for years, | |
| and whose perfume was buried | |
| in a day. | |
| it came out, its veil ablaze | |
| to summon all free men. | |
| I am a star in the dark, | |
| I am a thorn in the oppressor’s throat, | |
| I am the wind, fueled by the fire, | |
| I am the soul of those who do not forget, | |
| I am the voice of those who do not die. | |
| From iron, I make clay, | |
| with which I shape a new idyll | |
| Which becomes birds | |
| which becomes houses | |
| which becomes the wind and the rain. | |
| I am the free of the united world, | |
| from cartridges I rise. |
| We are free men who are not afraid, | |
| we are the secrets that never die, | |
| and we are the voice of those who resist, | |
| in their chaos, we are the flash of light. | |
| I am the right of the oppressed, | |
| snatched up by dogs | |
| looting the daily bread | |
| and closing doors to shut off the rush of ideas. | |
| I am part of the free and unafraid, | |
| I am the secrets that never die, | |
| I am the voice of those who do not give up, | |
| I am free and my word is free. | |
| I am free and my word is free. | |
| Don' t forget the price of the bread, | |
| don' t forget he who sowed in us the seed of sorrow, | |
| don' t forget he who betrayed us. | |
| I am part of the free and unafraid, | |
| I am the secrets that never die, | |
| I am the voice of those who do not give up, | |
| I am the secret of the red rose, | |
| a redness that was worshiped for years, | |
| and whose perfume was buried | |
| in a day. | |
| it came out, its veil ablaze | |
| to summon all free men. | |
| I am a star in the dark, | |
| I am a thorn in the oppressor' s throat, | |
| I am the wind, fueled by the fire, | |
| I am the soul of those who do not forget, | |
| I am the voice of those who do not die. | |
| From iron, I make clay, | |
| with which I shape a new idyll | |
| Which becomes birds | |
| which becomes houses | |
| which becomes the wind and the rain. | |
| I am the free of the united world, | |
| from cartridges I rise. |
| We are free men who are not afraid, | |
| we are the secrets that never die, | |
| and we are the voice of those who resist, | |
| in their chaos, we are the flash of light. | |
| I am the right of the oppressed, | |
| snatched up by dogs | |
| looting the daily bread | |
| and closing doors to shut off the rush of ideas. | |
| I am part of the free and unafraid, | |
| I am the secrets that never die, | |
| I am the voice of those who do not give up, | |
| I am free and my word is free. | |
| I am free and my word is free. | |
| Don' t forget the price of the bread, | |
| don' t forget he who sowed in us the seed of sorrow, | |
| don' t forget he who betrayed us. | |
| I am part of the free and unafraid, | |
| I am the secrets that never die, | |
| I am the voice of those who do not give up, | |
| I am the secret of the red rose, | |
| a redness that was worshiped for years, | |
| and whose perfume was buried | |
| in a day. | |
| it came out, its veil ablaze | |
| to summon all free men. | |
| I am a star in the dark, | |
| I am a thorn in the oppressor' s throat, | |
| I am the wind, fueled by the fire, | |
| I am the soul of those who do not forget, | |
| I am the voice of those who do not die. | |
| From iron, I make clay, | |
| with which I shape a new idyll | |
| Which becomes birds | |
| which becomes houses | |
| which becomes the wind and the rain. | |
| I am the free of the united world, | |
| from cartridges I rise. |
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