Showing posts with label Arabic Song.Palestine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Arabic Song.Palestine. Show all posts
Friday, September 24, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
George Qurmuz - Record I'm an Arab (سجل أنا عربي)
This song is based on Mahmoud Darwish's poem "Idenity Card". Here, it is performed by the lebanese singer George Qurmuz.
Record!
I am an Arab
And my identity card is number fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the nineth is coming after a summer
Will you be angry?
Record!
I am an Arab
Employed with fellow workers at a quarry
I have eight children
I get them bread
Garments and books
from the rocks..
I do not supplicate charity at your doors
Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber
So will you be angry?
Record!
I am an Arab
I have a name without a title
Patient in a country
Where people are enraged
My roots
Were entrenched before the birth of time
And before the opening of the eras
Before the pines, and the olive trees
And before the grass grew
My father.. descends from the family of the plow
Not from a privileged class
And my grandfather..was a farmer
Neither well-bred, nor well-born!
Teaches me the pride of the sun
Before teaching me how to read
And my house is like a watchman's hut
Made of branches and cane
Are you satisfied with my status?
I have a name without a title!
Record!
I am an Arab
You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors
And the land which I cultivated
Along with my children
And you left nothing for us
Except for these rocks..
So will the State take them
As it has been said?!
Therefore!
Record on the top of the first page:
I do not hate poeple
Nor do I encroach
But if I become hungry
The usurper's flesh will be my food
Beware..
Beware..
Of my hunger
And my anger!
Record!
I am an Arab
And my identity card is number fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the nineth is coming after a summer
Will you be angry?
Record!
I am an Arab
Employed with fellow workers at a quarry
I have eight children
I get them bread
Garments and books
from the rocks..
I do not supplicate charity at your doors
Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber
So will you be angry?
Record!
I am an Arab
I have a name without a title
Patient in a country
Where people are enraged
My roots
Were entrenched before the birth of time
And before the opening of the eras
Before the pines, and the olive trees
And before the grass grew
My father.. descends from the family of the plow
Not from a privileged class
And my grandfather..was a farmer
Neither well-bred, nor well-born!
Teaches me the pride of the sun
Before teaching me how to read
And my house is like a watchman's hut
Made of branches and cane
Are you satisfied with my status?
I have a name without a title!
Record!
I am an Arab
You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors
And the land which I cultivated
Along with my children
And you left nothing for us
Except for these rocks..
So will the State take them
As it has been said?!
Therefore!
Record on the top of the first page:
I do not hate poeple
Nor do I encroach
But if I become hungry
The usurper's flesh will be my food
Beware..
Beware..
Of my hunger
And my anger!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
الويل لكم - جورج قرمز
الويل لكم - جورج قرمز
الويل لكم
الويل لكم
إن مرّ عليكم
عصر النار
وأنتم شعب متواضع
يرضى بالفقر وبالتعتير..
ويقنع بالأمر الواقع
الويل لكم الويل لكم
إن مرّ عليكم عصر النار..
إحمل كرباجك واخرِجهم
خلّصهم من أيدي السمسار
علّمهم كيف يغنّون
وكيف يحبّون الأشعار..
صيّرهم طفلاً مجنوناً
يكتب بالحبر على الأقمار..
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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