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