Agadir US

AGADIR RISE
(Produced by Baba Salah)
Yeah…
From the Atlas shadows to the Atlantic tide,
Agadir city where the sun don’t hide.
Old name whispered in the desert wind,
Santa Cruz on the hill still watching the blend.
Souss-Massa heartbeat, rhythm in the sand,
Amazigh roots, strong people stand.
Tachelhit flow in the marketplace air,
From Talborjt streets to the ocean glare.
1960 shook the ground real deep,
City fell down but the soul didn’t sleep.
We rose from dust, concrete and pride,
Phoenix by the sea, we multiplied.
Agadir Oufella looking over the bay,
“God, King, Country” carved in the clay.
Marina lights when the night goes gold,
Stories of the elders still being told.
Fishing boats slide in the morning mist,
Argan oil shine with a golden twist.
Souk El Had buzzing, culture alive,
Every heartbeat saying we survive.
From Anza waves to Taghazout ride,
Surfers chasing freedom on the tide.
Paradise Valley green and wild,
Nature’s smile like a fearless child.
We the city of light, city of flame,
Modern vision but we honor the name.
Agadir means the granary strong,
Storehouse of hope where we belong.
From the Kasbah ruins to the brand new streets,
Every rhythm of the South still beats.
Hotels rising, future clear,
But tradition louder in every ear.
International vibe with a Moroccan soul,
Open arms make the broken whole.
Africa, Europe, world come see,
Atlantic crown of unity.
Yeah, Baba Salah on the production line,
Agadir pride in every rhyme.
Not just a city, it’s a state of mind,
Sun eternal, people kind.
Raise that flag where the blue waves roll,
Agadir fire never losing control.
From past to future we amplify,
South Morocco forever fly.
Agadir… we rise, we shine, we reign.
Agadir… through struggle, through pain.
Agadir… ocean, sun and sky.
City of warriors — we never die.

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