In The States
Country For SyriaOriginal | English translation of the Arabic verses |
IN THE STATES Dear Mr. President It’s too you that we’re writing we’re worried about the future we think you’re worried too We just caught the last wave of America’s soft acting days already the tension was tearing them in two You put up walls of paper and prices on your favor for a stamp in a passport meetings and interviews we took off all our clothes for you spent hours in a metal tube for a stack of ink and paper like this letter here to you ياباي شوف وين ودانا الحال على ايش انا حغني على هالموال بسلام انا هدفي بس اعيش هيدا الشي حلم او خيال Syrians singing southern songs we left behind the yankee throngs taking me home country roads to the land of caroline We rolled down from the smokies into the piedmont pines Halloween was quite a thrill but it smelled of turpentine من الشباك كنت خايف حلئ وطير بطيارة بتشوف من لغتي شي حقير كان قناعي بعيد الخوف اني شرئي في بلاد اليانكي Dear Mr. President It’s too late for writing already your orders tore families apart From silent lips we’ll cry no more we’ll breathe free on other shores and we’ll tear down the wall before you even start You occupied our countries to guarantee your luxuries we tasted them for 10 days, up and down the east coast took a dixie mountain odyssey to remind you of your history the paperless people the ones who belong the most ياناس خلوني بحالي البيت الابيض ورايي، في هيك وفي هيك يابا هيك بيحلالي | IN THE STATES Oh father look at the state we’ve come to Why would I sing on this in this tone? My aim is to live in peace. Is this a dream or imagination? I was scared of being thrown from the window of an airplane that sees my language as a threat My halloween mask was that I’m middle eastern in the yankee’s country Old people leave me alone so i can unburden my conscience Like this and like that, but I like it like this. |