صوت الحرية [Sout el horeya] [English translation]

I went out and said that I was not coming back

And wrote with my own blood in each street

We made ourselves heard by those who were not listening

And all the barriers were broken

Our weapon was our dreams

َAnd the future was bright before us

We have waited for so long

Looking for without finding our place

In each street of my country

The voice of freedom is calling

We raised our head upwards

And hunger did not matter to us

The most important thing is to get our rights

And to write our own story with our blood

If you had been one of us

Don't blabber by telling us

To leave and give up our dream

And stop saying the word "I"

In each street of my country

The sound of freedom is calling

Dark Egyptian hands

Against discrimination

Wide open in the midst of the mighty roars

Breaking the frames

The magnificent youth came out

Turned their autumn into a spring

And achieved the miracle

Awakening the murdered

Kill me, kill me

Killing me will not rebuild your country

I am writing another life for my homeland

Is that my blood or the spring?

Both their colour is green

I am smiling from happiness, not sorrow1

In each street of my country

The voice of freedom is calling

In each street of my country

The voice of freedom is calling

1. Could mean "Am I smiling from happiness or sorrow?"