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اليوتيوب للڤيديو كليبات فقط، و شكراً.
Lyrics Translation:
verse 1 :
look , who ever tells you they feel you they are lying
don't tell me who's sorry for us i'll burn a thousand mustaches
they sing for a thousand refugees but their throats are insulating bricks
what really matters is the views of youtube it doesn't matter who needs help.
look, Damascus is blocking her ears she only listens to her kids.
this is not a music track this is an apology to my mother.
when they named her womb " Saroujah " and the birth was us.
drop media off your hands so we can sleep we feel sick tired.
if you where a refugee shaking cold in the middle of winter believe me you wouldn't think about politics.
the mr.affectionate of arab league says he's scared we would drown.
well sir ! , we are coming to your meeting to stand on the rounded table of your meeting to piss on your papers.
excuse me who the hell are you ?
who are you to put my pain on media channels and make it a product to use ?.
its the " Jafra "'s same scenario.
the story of my country is not a cool style to run with , keep your sympathy to your self , if Damascus could walk she would came to rip your throat off !
Hook :
every time i sleep sitting , i'm in a taxi and my mom is next to me
she pets me on the shoulder waking me up telling me " wake up we are home " , i open my eyes to hug my home strong to my chest and feel its walls on my cheeks.
Verse 2 :
look , we are martyrs only if we die on stage , in a dark night i woke up touching my way threw our house , my mom actually woke me up telling me " get dressed dont ask questions , you are leaving ! , to a white desert where theres no war , don't ask me where " i took the last glimpse on our balcony with a pillow in my hand , a widowed dressed in black with a long beard and Damascus was standing there , i tell her " would you marry me ? " , she tells me " you are still too young usually Arabs dont love their homeland too early " , i said " Arabs are a lie , the lie was revealed in the days of the Palestinian catastrophe , my eyes where always on your ground i never looked above the temple domes ! , i planted a sapling , if you water it with blood it means you betrayed me ! , just like you left me on the passport circumcision line ! ".
standing under her balcony , i can hear her family fighting i whisper " Damascus come out and smile for me leave them to haggle! ".
she came out , eyeliner on her cheeks , she's crying , she tells me " look , when you get back , we talk ".
hook :
every time i sleep sitting , i'm in a taxi and my mom is next to me
she pets me on the shoulder waking me up telling me " wake up we are home " , i open my eyes to hug my home strong to my chest and feel its walls on my cheeks.
شكرا لجميع من ساهم لإنهاء هذا العمل المتواضع , شكراّ لتشجيعكم جميعا لهذا العمل منذ أن ظهر بشكل صوتي مما حفزنا أن نقوم بإنتاجه بشكل مرئي , شكراّ لدمشق , لأنها دمشق.
Bu Kolthoum " Oum Wselna "
