Open Letter

What’s the point waiting for the doorman to drop the key?
You’ll be gone long before this evil falls asleep
What’s the point waiting for a better day to come along?
They will bow to their dogs before they see our reign come
First the French decamped and left us with the garbage
Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic
They forgot to whom this country once belonged
There is always someone here to take the throne
Traitors, traitors, traitors

Did you believe that they would listen just because they said they would?
How naïve! They’ve always been too righteous for their own good
For you know, power is addictive to the one it wields
They have sown with evil hands and harvest our tragedy

First the French decamped and left us with the garbage
Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic
They turned a blind eye to Algeria’s free men
We could have it all but were enslaved again
Traitors, traitors, traitors

All the same we will never let them have their filthy ways
We remain! These are our mountains; this is our place
We will break through the the door and have what’s ours all along
For without us Algeria is suffering on her own

So come the rain, come the wind come the hunger
We won’t sit and wait for freedom any longer
We must sacrifice the arm to save the heart
We will split the land before it falls apart

First the French decamped and left us with the garbage
Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic
But our roots go deep and our will is strong
We will cling onto the land where we belong
Traitors, traitors, traitors