English :

I’m a soldier with a purpose 
With a flag in my hand 
And my country is a well hiding a story inside 
The judge is lost, and who followed him got lost too
He grow the bear of wisdom on his face , 
He mixes between the pawn and the king 
He lined his soldiers on the frontline 
Leaving a safety distance 
He ordered to shoot whoever passes 
He was searching for peace 
He used to cheat every time he’s being honest 
His guarantee is a roof to protect him 
He forgot that the throne chair is broken 
In his speech, he focuses on the part where his interest is 
He kept insisting TOZ « to hell with it » 
If the leader throws rice on his dead soldiers instead of feeding them 
Stand up ..
No matter how much you stab us with the dagger of death
We don’t feel anymore 
His flesh is fresh, come touch it 
How are we equal with “NS”
Throw out the graver 
There is somebody outside breaking down my wall 
It’s been a while he’s breaking down my strength 
Tell him to leave my home 
I’ve been wearing the helmet for years
He leaves me no alternative solution
No matter how big the word is, it won’t bring back a dead person 

Chorus :

I knew from the beginning that our battles will be long 
The sides of the city are muddy and our legs are short 
The earth is talking to me saying “be a soldier” 
The sky is calling me, and I refuse every time it tells me to run for my life 


Two sides and a thread linking them 
Two statues and a broken house 
An angry father of two children 
In the first scene, the right returns to a country that became two 
Holding debentures on our shoulders 
Counting each year as a debt
He is drawing a knot with his eyebrows 
As if he’s imprisoned
He’s willing to move in the country but he’s afraid of its checkpoints 
He covers his eyes with my rights 
Look at the greedy on top of me
He burns down the country and he runs to me to cool down my burns 
I would‘ve built a new home 
But there are no more solid structures left 
Who told you that those among us who survived are lucky ?
I wouldn’t demand my right if it was reserved 
I would’ve shared my portion with you if we had our portions
Who is the prisoner among us?
Is it the one holding the hang robe?
Or the one holding a bank key?
Or the one who trades with souls?
We’re supposed to be all equal
Pen and gun are the same, but when we get mad
The difference is the type of cartouche

Arabic :

انا جندي بغاية 
على زندي راية 
وبلدي بير مخبي بقلبه حكاية 
و الحكم تايه و مين لاحقه تاه 
مربي دقت الحكمة على وشّو بيخلط بين البيدق و الشاه 
صافف عسكره بالوش 
تارك مسافة امان 
امر “مين ما بترش” 
كان عم يدوّر عالسّلام 
كان كل ماصدق بغش 
مأمن بسقف يحميه 
نسي كرسي العرش بنش 
وين مصلحته بشد عالكلام 
ضل يصر طز ان كان القائد بدل ما يطعمي جنوده 
بضل بزت عالموتى رز 
فز , قد ما تغز خنجر الموت بطّلنا نحس 
لحمه طري تع دس ! 
كيف منستوي مع نس ؟! 
شيلوا الازميل في مين برّا عم يهد حيطي 
صرله فتره عم يهد حيلي 
قلّه يطلع برّا بيتي 
الي سنين ما شلت الخوذة و ماتاركلي حل بديل 
الكلمة قد ما كبرت ما رح ترحع قتيل 


اللازمة:
عرفان من يوم قلتها معاركنا طويلة 
طراف المدينة وحل و رجلينا قصيرة 
الارض بتحاكيني بتقلي كون جندي 
السما بتنادي و برفض وقت تقلي انفد بجلدي 

طرفين و خيط رابط 
صنمين و بيت هابط
اب لولدين غاضب ,والحق بأول مشهد بيرجع لبلد صارت بلدين 
ساند عكتافنا سندات 
حاسب كل سنة دين 
راسم عقدة على حاجبه 
بتقول في حدا حابسه 
ناوي يمرق بالبلد بس بخاف من حواجزه 
مطمش حاله بحقوقي 
ليكه الحقود فوقي 
بيحرق بلد و بيركد لعندي ليطفّي حروقي 
كنت بعمر بيت جديد , بس ما بقيان بنيان مرصوص 
مين قلك انو يللي باقي عايش بينانتا محظوظ 
كنت ما بطالب بحقي لو كان حقي محفوظ 
كنت بقاسمك بحصتي لو كان فينا محصوص 
مين فينا المحبوس 
يللي رابط حبل الشنق ؟
او يللي حامل مفتاح بنك ؟
او يللي تاجر بالنّفوس ؟؟
الكل سواسية المفروض 
القلم و الفرد واحد .. بس وقت انضوج 
يللي بيفرق نوع الخرطوش …