Sowt Al Hurriya صوت الحرية

Hatta حطة just released their first live recording.
They are the first schoolgirl rock band to emerge from the Palestine Music Space and Delia X PalMS Sessions is proud to present their first song: Sowt Al Hurriya صوت الحرية (voice of freedom) – Live at the Palestine Music Space, Hosh Zaibaq, Ramallah – Palestine. Watch the video of the lice sessions now.

All profits from the track will be donated to support musical infrastructure in the region.

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Spirit of the Soul روح الروح

Lyrics

ردّد صوت الحرية
وسمّعني هاي الأغنية
أغنية وطن مجروح
بيناشد فوق السطوح
ردّد صوت الحرية
وسمّعني هاي الأغنية
أغنية وطن مجروح
بيناشد فوق السطوح
سطوحي القديمة المهجورة الوحيدة
وبيوتي العتيقة المغدورة الحزينة
سمّعني صوتها ولحّنلي حزنها المكتوم
المكتوم
آه عاللي جرى لي
آه وين كل أحبابي
آه عاللي جرى لي
آه وين كل أحبابي
بنادي بصوتي العالي
وين حريتي يا غالي؟
حريتي المسروقة مني
ومن أجدادي وأهاليي
حطينا حطة وعقال
وربينا أشجع أجيال
ويابا أجيال
آه عاللي جرى لي
آه وين كل أحبابي
آه عاللي جرى لي
آه وين كل أحبابي
وين صوت الحق ياللي ما بينطق؟
اختفوا ياللي حكوا
وما ضل حدا يسمع
يسمع شو اللي صار
ويحكي لي عن اللي ضل
ضل من بيتي
ياللي انقصف بالغار
آه عاللي جرى لي
آه وين كل أحبابي
آه عاللي جرى لي
آه وين كل أحبابي

Echo the voice of freedom
And play me this song
A song of a wounded homeland
Pleading from the roofs
Echo the voice of freedom
And play me this song
A song of a wounded homeland
Pleading from the roofs
My old, deserted, lonely roofs
My ancient, mournful, betrayed homes
Chant their voice and sing to me…
Their silent sorrow
Oh… for what’s befallen me!
Oh… where are all my beloved?
Oh… for what’s befallen me!
Oh… where are all my beloved?
Crying out loudly
Where’s my freedom, my dear?
The freedom stolen from me
From my ancestors and my peopl
We wore our hatta and agal
And nurtured the bravest generations
Oh, generations
Oh… for what’s befallen me!
Oh… where are all my beloved?
Oh… for what’s befallen me!
Oh… where are all my beloved?
Where’s the voice of truth…
The one that won’t speak?
Those who spoke have vanished
No one left to hear
To hear what has happened
To tell me what remains
What remains of my home
Shattered by the raid
Oh… for what’s befallen me!
Oh… where are all my beloved?
Oh… for what’s befallen me!
Oh… where are all my beloved

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