7-TOUN - Mokalama
Time: 1:22
Calma calma sa7bi ga3 nsoura
Tjibha samta dour tl9ani 7dak
Ra ta3nouni homa bzaf bzaf

harsh and threatening in manner or appearance
Heard in 16 songs (26M+ combined views) — most famously in "Mokalama" by 7-TOUN.
Updated September 24, 2026
Time: 1:22
Calma calma sa7bi ga3 nsoura
Tjibha samta dour tl9ani 7dak
Ra ta3nouni homa bzaf bzaf

Time: 1:16
She was left behind and sour
And she wrote to me equally dour
She said, "In the days when you were hopelessly poor

Time: 1:53
Alo-Alo-Alo-Aloha
Bouldan kan dourha b'lougha
Men Casa l'Bora Bora défoncé kandour kangoul

Time: 2:21
How we learn to linger on
Head in sand, expecting the dour
♪

Time: 0:35
Take Eric Gardner killers, give me Sean Price back
Where that dour actually light that
Cali broad showing me her new boobs on iChat

Time: 0:42
J'ai pas peur d'la mort qu'est c'tu veux qu'j'foutes dans une chapelle
Après la trame (Après la trame), ça va dour (Ça va dour)
Niort je connais bien j'ai fait le tour (J'ai fait le tour)
![Luther - Trame [Outro]](https://img.youtube.com/vi/gNid6eIVqgo/maxresdefault.jpg)
Time: 3:03
Dawla f blasst ma dir lihoum fin y9raw katchettar
La slekhti derri sghir f seghrou tssena dour semta
Signi signi, signi, signi ma7dar

Time: 1:30
It could breach the yard, it's omega-bound
Game face on dour days, y'all gang-gang's like, "How quaint"
Gangway for that false start vs. freight trains through stalled cars

Time: 1:41
Bear me to the moon
The dour toll of bells
Scare me with their boon

Time: 0:37
And if I could, I'd drown for hours
I can't escape, I can't be dour so
We can wait and mourn the power

Time: 2:17
on the century's crime
Oh, chin-batty dour face, why did you go there?
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home

Time: 0:19
The moon was full your whisky sour
Oh girl there's no need to be so dour
Cause when you walk with me in the beginning of the day

Time: 3:28
What am I gonna do with this kid?
Shaking the hand of the dour assistant head
I ask, "Does Mrs. Coverchurch still teach here?"

Time: 1:28
Enfolds your realm and the world
Upon your dour throne
You stare the enchanted stones

Time: 0:45
A song to while away the long sojourn in the hearse
Yet all of us who danse macabre to these dour, dismal tunes
Become cold, grim and hard as the dirt upon the tomb

Time: 1:14
Oh, a majestic creature and a bullet
And a dour queen, ah
You talked yourself, you talked yourself, you're living a lie
