2025.03.17.
Our World is Beautiful (Villagers' Reprise)
From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
Unknown Artist (Arabic) - حيو رجال القسامية (Greet The Men of Qassam) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
English
Translation
Greet the men of Qassam
Greet the men of Qassam, the warriors of Palestine
Greet the men of Qassam, the warriors of Palestine
The pegs of the proud land, the students of Yassin
Greet the men of Qassam, the warriors of Palestine
The pegs of the proud land, the students of Yassin
With the Quran and a rifle, follow the cry of Izz ad-Din
With the Quran and a rifle, follow the cry of Izz ad Din
With the Quran and a rifle, follow the cry of Izz ad-Din
Hela hela helahelahe helahelahe
Hela hela helahelahe helahelahe
Oh army of Qassam, march on, behind Mohammed Deif
Teach all armies of the world the way of honour
Oh army of Qassam, march on, behind Mohammed Deif
Teach all armies of the world the way of honour
Teach them how the resistance fighter is, he becomes a martyr, he doesn’t allow injustice
Teach them how the resistance fighter is, he becomes a martyr, he doesn’t allow injustice
Proclaim them: ‘’We die and we don’t bargain’’ No! We don’t betray the sword
Proclaim them: ‘’We die and we don’t bargain’’ No! We don’t betray the sword
Hela hela helahelahe helahelahe
Hela hela helahelahe helahelahe
Oh glory of Salah Shehade, oh Imad Akel
The explosive package of Ayyash is martyrdom, and the lovers of the triggers
Oh glory of Salah Shehade, oh Imad Akel
The explosive package of Ayyash is martyrdom, and the lovers of the triggers
Killing the occupiers is an act of worship, God has made it lawful
Killing the occupiers is an act of worship, God has made it lawful
Stand up oh willing men, the colour of blood preserves the country
Stand up oh willing men, the colour of blood preserves the country
Hela hela helahelahe helahelahe
Hela hela helahelahe helahelahe
Oh masked man! Oh father of the Kuffiyeh, oh fright of the Jews
Oh Abu Ubaidah’s will is powerful, your statement is explosive
Oh masked man! Oh father of the Kuffiyeh, oh fright of the Jews
Oh Abu Ubaidah’s will is powerful, your statement is explosive
With honour you rejoice at the operation, oh victory of the promised land
With honour you rejoice at the operation, oh victory of the promised land
Call into the zionist face
The army of Muhammad is coming back
Call into the zionist face
The army of Muhammad is coming back
Greet the men of Qassam, the warriors of Palestine
The pegs of the proud land, the students of Yassin
Greet the men of Qassam, the warriors of Palestine
The pegs of the proud land, the students of Yassin
With the Quran and a rifle, follow the cry of Izz ad-Din
With the Quran and a rifle, follow the cry of Izz ad Din
With the Quran and a rifle, follow the cry of Izz ad-Din
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From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
2025.03.17.
Rain
Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
I never complaint about fate
Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
My heart that was left away
Little by little, it rained
My heart shattered into little pieces
When it became morning againi
'Do you love me?' - I asked
You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
I lost myself this night
Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
Where do you go, swallowing blood?
Where would the dawn lead me?
2025.03.17.
Sawah Lettuces
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
The girl's mother bought some while carrying a woven basket
The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
With two plates of rice and nasnaran, sitting on a divan
The sawah lettuce is eaten with rice
2025.03.17.
The Little Bunch of Rushes
O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
- 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.