Marwan Pablo Barbary Lyrics English Translation
German driver, I don’t care
I will send you to the automatic
You are forcing me to hold your hands high
O you who die *** your country is called to me
I know that you are sorum (Soram) and selfish
You look forward to coming to my place
But I am in the arena, barbaric and barbaric
Don’t rage on the tracks, don’t rage in front of me
Don’t walk on the tracks, I’m Harshko
Scout on his eye, (ETFO) on his face
We are gold, like your skin
You open your eyes, but don’t we shut up?
Soldier and your Lord liberate me from their knight
Crooked children, I don’t like their sittings
I am a young man who wants to wish numbers
I’m in the top tell me why I’m against them
If we are in the fizz, we will be ahead
We walked it alone on the traffic
This is not the case. The children are young
Close Up, Signal, Don’t Bendfoush
Their souls are turbid, writer is not
Everyone who steals, we will slay him
I got a new Arabic quiche with the visa card
And it’s not my door that owed me the money
German driver, I don’t care
I will send you to the automatic
You are forcing me to hold your hands high
O you who die *** your country is called to me
I know that you are sorum (Soram) and selfish
You look forward to coming to my place
But I am in the arena, barbaric and barbaric
Don’t rage on the tracks, don’t rage in front of me
Burberry, Burberry, Majish Al Khali
On our position and the Ahmadi rug
Diyali area, Diyali city
Those who rode the wave will remain my children
You are in my country, no challenge
Run and meet Shankali
In reality, you are hilarious
And all of them understand that you are showing and we are running
A. Al-Hadi, A. Al-Hadi
You are cheap, come with me, your price
My colleague said that scratching is not a profession
The money increases the yield, it appears (and it is all on God)
My colleague, the album on fire is incomplete
Your fashion is old and out of date
You do not understand the origins, why did you innovate?
What if you want me, will you find me?
German driver, I don’t care (OK)
I will send you to the automatic
You are forcing me to hold your hands high
O you who die *** your country is called to me
I know that you are sorum (Soram) and selfish
You look forward to coming to my place
But I am in the arena, barbaric and barbaric
Don’t rage on the tracks, don’t rage in front of me
Get the money, get the money
Wooh
