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حسن الأسمر - اللى داق الجرح 
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الزمن آه من الزمن - محمود سميـر

مجدى الشعار at كفر صقر

[Verse 1]
We were leaders once, men
Came to us for guidance
We held the knowledge, the fire, the healing
Then it was taken, our names erased from books, our voices burned as witchcraft
Our bodies controlled by law and shame
We were told to be quiet, to serve, to disappear
And still today we are silenced, dismissed, paid less, treated like property, treated like prey

[Verse 2]
When I was 19, a guy I barely knew grabbed me from behind at a party and tried to kiss me. I pushed him away. I said, "Stop!" He laughed.
Later he told everyone I was asking for it.
Friends avoided me.
That's when I realized my body could be treated like it wasn't mine.

[Chorus]
This world is broken
Because when you silence one half, you break the whole
When you deny the spirit, the body loses its way
We are not enemies, we are what's left of each other

[Verse 3]
We were told to be strong, but not the kind of strong that feels, the kind of strong that carries weight, swallows pain, never cries.
We were told provide, protect, fight, but don't show weakness, don't need help, and if we do, we're failures.
So we hide behind anger, behind violence, behind silence. We die younger. We take our own lives.
We are denied the right to be whole, just as much as you are.

[Verse 4]
When I was 14, my grandpa died and I cried. My dad said, "Real men don't cry."
At school, kids called me a wimp. I learned to swallow every emotion, to act like pain didn't exist. Later, I acted tough so no one would see that scared kid.

[Chorus]
(Heal me)
You feel me?
(Heal me)
But we're afraid of ourselves.

[Verse 5]
And I scroll and I see it too.
Man, shame for showing feeling. Women calling me weak. Society telling me I'm not enough, not strong enough, not masculine enough. Every meme, every reply, a punch in the gut.
A challenge to my existence.

[Chorus]
And we fight each other online, throwing words like weapons, forgetting the real war is against the system that taught us to doubt each other, to doubt ourselves. We tear down the other half of ourselves instead of seeing a reflection.

[Outro]
(Heal me)
(Heal me)
We are not enemies, we are the missing pieces, masculine and feminine, spirit and flesh. We need both. We have both. The war is not against each other. The war is against balance, and we don't have to fight it anymore.
We are not enemies, we are the missing pieces, masculine and feminine, spirit and flesh. We need both. We have both. The war is not against each other. The war is against balance, and we don't have to fight it anymore.

Real Story

so this is the awakening, a twisted reflection, 
more shattered than yesterday.
gotta deal with the pain, the loss of love — the real one,
that leaves a bitter taste — fear is crowned the queen in here.
i broke my hoop, and my brain is plotting regicide.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

i’ve given too much skin, don’t call me to tan my hide.
keep your glasses of water, your extra drops and your wax statues.
i ain’t no poet and i don’t care — i see only cowards, i’m their center,
 i’m a part of it, i’m their chanter, and i never run out of targets.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

so here it is, the exit — sorry, it ain’t any prettier.
if that’s the end of the tunnel, i won’t chew the coming words.
i don’t know what this universe wants, but i’m not sure it’s the right math.
it smells of spite inside my silence, kingdom of my twisted thoughts.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

the one i hear ain’t happy, not sure that bastard’s planning peace.
anyway, inside of me, demons are playing in the wound.
there’s a taste of déjà vu, like a black cat after nine lives.
let’s undress the disillusion — there it is, fear looks prettier.

Chorus (final):
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.


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