Mira Awad - Yaba (Father) - ميرا عوض - يابا

Mira Awad
Mira Awad
9.9 هزار بار بازدید - 4 سال پیش - My father and I were
My father and I were born and raised in the same exact geographical spot - A village called Rameh in the Galilee. However, he was born in 1936 in what was called Palestine, while in 1975 I was born in Israel. The song Yaba is about our identity as native Palestinian citizens of this troubled homeland.

Song credits:
Music & lyrics: Mira Awad
Arrangement & Musical production: Mira Awad & Ayal Yishay
Guitar: Shay Alon
Label: LabelFree
Digital : Digistage LTD
Video credits:
Appearing: Dr. Anwar Awad, Mira Awad
Camera: Ayal Yishay
Director & editor: Mira Awad
Production: Mira Awad Productions

يابا

بتقولي احكيلهن قصتنا
احنا اللي بعدنا صامدين
احنا اللي ما غلبتنا حروب
وما فرفطتنا السنين
احنا اللي بعدنا منجول زتون
زرعه جدي اللي مات
احنا اللي باقين على طول
وقت ما تبدلت قيادات
احنا اللي صوت الجبل فينا
ورعشة غصون الكينا
احنا القمح, احنا الغربال
احنا المناره على المينا
يابا يابا
يابا بشعر زي شجره كبيره, عتيقه
صارلها بهالارض دهور وجذورها عميقه,
لكن ما الها وساع وحياتها محشوره
ومسيّجه السما من فوقيها وغصونها مكسوره
يابا ارضنا تحت اجرينا
بس وطن ما في
ساكنين بيوت من حجر
بس حاسين بمنافي
يابا

يابا انا تعبانه
يابا بس مش يأسانه
يابا يابا
يابا صوت الجبل فيي
ورعشة غصون الكينا
أنا القمح أنا الغربال
أنا المناره على المينا يابا…

Translation:

You say: "Tell them our story
We are the ones who are still hanging on
The ones who were not defeated by wars
Nor scattered by the years
The ones who still pick olives
From trees that my dead grandfather planted
The ones who stayed put while leaderships changed
We are the voice of the mountain
And the shiver in the eucalyptus branches
We are the wheat and the sieve
And the lighthouse on the port".
Father, father.
Father, I feel like a tree
Big and ancient
That has been in this land for generations
It has deep roots
But has no space  
The skies above it have bars
Against which the branches break.
Father, our land is beneath our feet
But we have no homeland
We live in houses of stone
But feel in exile.
Father, I am tired
But not despaired
Father, I am the voice of the mountain
I am the shiver in the eucalyptus branches
I am the wheat and the sieve
And the lighthouse on the port
Father

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4 سال پیش در تاریخ 1399/10/24 منتشر شده است.
9,913 بـار بازدید شده
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