الربيع العربي [Al Rabih Al Arabi] [English translation]

What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?

The grief coming out from me is a scream from my worried heart

What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?

Those falling people are innocent, who is responsible ?

We dreamt of a thriving Spring, which fragrance would spread over people

But this Spring turned out confusing, blossomed with blood of children and people

It started with a vegetables cart, then it turned into a Revolution in the field

They made our Revolution a red One which kills in the name of Religions

Big states entered into us with their political interests

Sleep flew away from our nights because of our unprotected houses

They brought those Barbarian Mongols from remote places

Their hearts are filled with indisputable and recalcitrant barbary and ideology

The roar of their voices flew, they told them : "you are combatants,

Arab World is your trench. Do not set apart a color or a religion"

The folks decided their fates, their rights to live freely

But, alas ! Revolution took them back to slavery

What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?

The grief coming out from me is a scream from my worried heart

What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?

Those falling people are innocent, who is responsible ?

The aim of the Revolution is progress, not regression

I dread the lenghtening of this Revolution turns us into a masquerade

I want a green Spring which announces a new summer

They turned us into a red Spring, they strafed us with weapons and iron

Summer's shining sun rises behind Spring

After summer, autumn hears the thunder of the winter's cloud

Thus that rain will come tomorrow and wash our red lands

The revolution of life comes back with the human scream

They called us "Arab Spring", this autumn blossomed into chaos

The West prevented the Arab folk from becoming free through a white revolution

I dread for this Arab folk, Others are planning Revolutions (for him)

And Arabs remain ignorant as a child leading in kindergarten

What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?

The grief coming out from me is a scream from my worried heart

What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about ?

Those falling people are innocent, who is responsible ?