ما بنركع والله

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الخلايا القسامية

إنتاج: سرايا القدس  عهد الجهاد طوفان الأقصى

«عَـهـدُ الجِـــهَـٰادْ»  إنتاج: سرايا القدس  عهد الجهاد طوفان الأقصى  #عهد_الجهاد

نشيد جديد للجوقة العسكرية لكتائب الأخضر, عن إخوان الصدق أنصار الله

إخوة الصدق

Lyrics:

Waiting room clock chews glass,
Hand sanitizer, winter on my hands.
A plastic cup with my smudged initial,
A vending coin that won’t go in.
They call our number; the room grows narrow,
The doctor’s shoes are soft, the words are hard.
Photographs like snow in black,
My mouth forgets the way to speak.

I swallow a sea,
Count to four till my chest finds me.
Your hand in mine—too small, too brave;
I’ll be the wall, I’ll be the wave.

Tell me how to breathe when they say “no spring.”
How to carry a universe that won’t make sense.
When all the world is a beep in a white, small room,
My child—I’m your drum, I’m your defense.
If night folds tight around every breath,
I’ll light each candle this world has left.
I cannot win—but I can stand;
My child, I’m here—until the end.

Tape and plastic, a sun on the glass,
Crayon stars where the daylight can’t pass.
Your hat with rockets, your patient grin,
A sticker astronaut on the IV pin.
I learn to talk with my eyes alone,
Map your days like stepping stones.
I never say the blackened word—
Just “we keep the sky low; we keep our world.”

I count your pulse,
I count myself—numbers blur to rust.
You close your eyes; I make a vow:
I’ll carry you through every hour now.

Tell me how to breathe when they say “no spring.”
How to carry a universe that won’t make sense.
When all the world is a beep in a white, small room,
My child—I’m your drum, I’m your defense.
If night folds tight around every breath,
I’ll light each candle this world has left.
I cannot win—but I can stand;
My child, I’m here—until the end.

A knit cap that smells like home,
a chipped mug that remembers hands,
a bus timetable folded in a pocket like hope,
how a midnight beep can become a psalm,
how a whisper can hold a house.

If higher powers count the stars,
I’ll count your sleep—breath after breath.
If meaning chooses not to speak,
Let my silence sing for both of us.

Tell me how to breathe when they say “no spring.”
But look—your eyes still set a flame.
If all we have is a beep in a white, small room,
I’ll be your drum and speak your name.
And if you have to travel before I do,
I’ll be the road that carries you.
I cannot win—but I’ll stand true;
My child, I’m here—inside of you.
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Track: White Rooms
Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED, Daniel Espinoza
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

White Rooms - Feat. Daniel Espinoza

Shadows of Tomorrow

من جرحي سيل يا دمي واكتب حماس 
انشودة خاصة مدموجةمع مناورة خاصة بكتائب القسام ,,

من جرحي سيل يا دمي واكتب حماس

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