ناح الحمام والإمّرِي على الغُصون
دخلي قلبي المضنى يا عين كُله شجون 
مَسكين قُليب العاشق آه ياما يقاسي

لما قعدنا سوا نشرب ..صاب المُدام 
والحلو جاي يتمخطر أه طالب وصال 
مسكين قُليب العاشق أه ياما يقاسي

حبيت أنا.. نادي لثغره قاللي كلام.. كلام بنظام
حبيت أنا ..قّبِل ثغره قاللي كلام 
صبرك عليا يا أعز حبيب شوف لوعتي
مسكين قُليب العاشق أه ياما يقاسي

ياما دللوكِ حلوه يا ورده …ياما دللوك  
من عشقي فيك وجعلتك ورده زَرَعِي المِلوك 
مسكين قليب العاشق أه  ياما يقاسي

الورد على اغصانه…. نايم على عيدانه
لو شفته فى بستانه يا عين .. يشفي العليل
مسكين قُليب العاشق أه ياما يقاسي

“Bassara” is the debut album of the band Taktouka, founded in 2022 in New York City. In this project, the band recreates Arabic folk songs with a futuristic sound, drawing from jazz and improvised music as well as electronic textures and dance rhythms. This album was completed thanks to support from NYWomens fund and the NYFA in 2022.

Production: Taktouka Band
Alia Haju - vocals, percussion, music director, sound design
Bashar Farran - bass, percussion, music director, sound design
Daro Behroozi - woodwinds, drum programming, sound design, recording engineer
Rema Hasumi - synthesizers, percussion
Bassil Silver - mixing and mastering
Album art: Tracy Chehwan

Bassara

Nah Al Hammam - ناح الحمام

تحية لأطفال الحجارة 
تحية لأطفال فلسطين
نتعلم منكم ومن صمودكم والعين تبكي عجزاً
الله غالب 
لا نامت أعين الجبناء

قاوم بالصدر العاري --- الشيخ إمام

موسيقى مصطفى الحلوانى -  بهجة

It slithers deep inside your chest
A silent whisper, cold, possessed
Not just a shadow in the night
But something feeding on your fright

It coils around your every doubt
A creeping fog you can't snuff out
Not claws, nor teeth, nor haunted cries
But echoes spun from buried lies

It knows the things you never speak
The brittle bones, the walls that creak
It wears your face, it knows your name
It plays the part inside your shame

A ghost that waits behind your eyes
A shroud that cloaks the truth in guise
Not born from dark, not from the deep
But from the thoughts you choose to keep

So ask yourself before you run
Is it the dark that fuels your dread
Or just the fear of what's begun?
Inside the corners of your head?

Souad Massi Rabah Khalfa Khalouni

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