Translation :
Rasasah (Verse 1)
"My status is deformed because of my art
My poetry for my people is meaningless
My departure from earth is only a matter of time
The good I do on earth is not to gain blessings from the heavens
I just want a place where I can secure my son's rights
I am not a killer but I can commit a crime to protect my rights
For my country my pen is writing for me
I don't want an Israeli soldier to stop me from being buried in my country
I want to be buried in the same graveyard my grandfather is in
Ever since I was young I dreamt of being a soldier
With time I discovered whom I belong to
Mahmoud Abbas, Fatah, Hamas or Jabha
Let me be free because they are all mercenaries
I can no longer deal with these people living a lie
The picture is nice but the background is destroyed
Now we need a visa to enter our own country?
It seems the people are distracted with the revolutions
They forgot Iraq and they forgot Shatila & Sabra
I refuse to be some regular human being
And what's available in Amman in its best cases is bare
So why don't I belong to a free revolution
Where the employer and employee are the same status
Rasasah; stay calm!
How can I when all the Israelis are reserve soldiers "
Hussam (CHORUS)
"Could it be that we have reached to this point?
Our country needs her men, she has become a widower
It's time to stand up
Ziad Rahbani tell them who's the non-believer "
Kazz (Verse 2)
"I am packing my things getting ready to leave
From Amman to a place with no moonlight
All desert...all alcohol...with only a few trees
So I can feed myself from you mother nature
With your fast growth ...you are never satisfied
Because they are always cutting you down...I will protect you
From all of those non-believers
My grandfather had an orchard and he always protected you
But when the sons of bitches occupied the land they stole you
And my grandfather lived and died dreaming of you
Now I come to you to share my pain
Because I felt that me and you are the same
The projects in Amman are throwing us around
Mother nature hold me and return me back inside you
Because all this construction above you is adding to my pain
I wish I was a gypsy going from tent to tent
Because my place in this society has no worth
I don't feel well, I feel like shit
We've been fucked a thousand times and we're still going backwards
After what has happened and what will happen
The fate is the same; murdered or captured
I am like all of those who life threw to the gutter
Deprived from happiness and sentenced to fade away
The only difference is that I am supported by rhythm"
Hussam (CHORUS)
"Could it be that we have reached to this point?
Our country needs her men, she has become a widower
It's time to stand up "
Ziad Rahbani tell them who's the non-believer"
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12 фев 2012
