O mother, O Mary... O compassionate one
I have a lot like you... Oh good-natured one
I miss and have no regrets... Be patient
Oh mother, Mary
I am not a disobedient child... I did not cheat or steal
And the military separation... between your legs and your heart
Between me is the regret... and what happened to you
Oh mother, Mary
I know your tenderness for me, please help me
You always tell me and in the eye you kill me
I meet him in the middle of the night, your heart warms me
An evil shadow has been said against me in my years
If you knew me, if you knew me
I love you so much
And the military is the separation between your heart and your legs
Between me is the regret... and what happened to you
Oh mother, Mary
All day and night, I have something in my eyes for you
But I am very resourceful, and I have no fear or worry
Here is my heart for you, a handkerchief when the tears flow
Say it, Maryam
And the military is the separation between your heart and your legs
Between me is the regret... and what happened to you
Oh mother, Mary
I don't ride saddles, and I don't even care
O mother of your religion, how much is the religion of the homeland an ambush?
I never saw Wad Al-Zein who was alone
Malila, Al-Ain told him how much of a hermit he was
Show us Nasik where.. Show us how to say hello
Come back, leave the crack, what he said, and your face will knock
Repent of what stands between me and my death moving forward
He said, "I don't get the shin. I don't get the shin."
If they gave me blood to drink
And the military is the separation between your heart and your legs
Between me is the regret... and what happened to you
Oh mother, Mary
How many of my loved ones have had no paths between us
The two lovers did not say goodbye to what they blocked with bricks
Come on, tell me what's on, Wop
Come on, tell me what's on, Wop
He did not leave the hour of death when the saddle was upside down
The bullets scattered in his body and split apart
They found him smiling and trying his tricks
You can smell the scent of his youth
As you say, your wedding day is coming, Dude
He said, "I won't bring the sheen. If they make me drink blood."
And the military is the separation between your heart and your legs
Between me is the regret... and what happened to you
Oh mother, Mary
The prison is full of men who cannot be trampled
The Khutti before me, the Sas and the Shalu, are the people
He turned and asked why he didn't hold the booklet
They didn't hear him speak, we didn't pick the axe
Fever knights and guards in the neighborhood, we gather
Asham Al-Qadr, what a cup, he did not find a home to receive
Asham Al-Tawah, hungry, tired, destitute
And the military is the separation between your heart and your legs
Between me is the regret... and what happened to you
Oh mother, Mary
Don't say what you did, don't cry, what did you do?
Other than that, there are people who care about me and are equal to me
Knight with knights guard our country house
My brothers, as high as the wall, I am a brick and have not been circumcised
Dale from the time you came to the one you wrote you read
Our sweat produces milk and oil
The shards and chairs are like straws of sulfur
You say well, I came back with the knights
Fayette border Wasit
And she sings, O Maryam, Lina, and runs to sleep
And the military is the separation between your heart and your legs
Between me is the regret... and what happened to you
Oh mother, Mary
Full name: human
And the good people are my parents
The party is my beloved and my artery
I need an ID card
From other than the world and before them
In front of me are fake islands
The profession is fought and learned
A student at the People's School
The school opens onto the street
And the street is light in the heart
And the heart is popular housing
And my religion is where you want me
My sisters and brothers were displaced
He searched his friends and neighbors
Leave me in your prison and forget me
In your prison inside the cells
Armani and shoulder hands
For a human future
And for our upcoming children
And the horoscope is okay, pink
And the lives of the Sudanese people
You will find me in the mouth of the cannon
You will meet me in front of the soniki
And I'm screaming under the knife
Revolution is my path and my days
Numbered. Long live freedom
Your prisoners.....your prisoners
We tweet in your cells
Birds wounded by your knives
We sing while we are in your captivity
And you tremble while you are in your palace
Your heavens are your smoke
Your prisoners
Despite you, we still are
We grow with our earthquakes
We love in our chains, we mock your cells
Your prisoners
Stories of the first passion we tell
The beginning of the long song...we sing it
Fact and not to be interpreted, we will escape from your headlines
You will be ignorant of your addresses
Your prisoners
In Sudan, our positions
And Sudan has our emotions
When you blow our emotions, what are the tricks of your laws?
Your prisoners