ياليل لاتروح - ربى شمشوم

Words & Music: Tania Saleh
Produced by: Tania Saleh & Erik Hillestad
Recorded by Khalil Chahine at Notta Studio, Lebanon
Mixed by Martin Abrahamsen at Studio Nordraak, Norway
Mastered by Bjorn Engelmann at The Cutting Room, Sweden
Taken from my album "A Few Images" available on iTunes:
itunes.apple.com/no/album/a-few-i…id916287752?l=nb

Lyrics translation (English):

Beirut windows are slowly rising
Houses are piled up, always looking good
We live in them together, windows with different views
And life is still young, with its flowers and thorns
Beirut windows are slowly rising
Read in their coffee cups, tell me what you see
They’ve been through a lot, sweet days and sour days
Hungry for more legends, and life is still young
Beirut windows are slowly rising
Our stories are hanging, forgotten on clotheslines
Like colorful canvases, on grey rooftops
Beirut windows are slowly rising
Houses are piled up, always looking good
We live in them together, windows with different views
Life is still young, with its flowers and thorns
She stands in the early mornings
With eye shadow around her beautiful eyes
Perhaps someone might drop by
And the sea with its ebbs and tides
Never tires, never stops
And no matter how old she gets
He’s the only neighbor who truly cares
Beirut windows are slowly rising
Our stories are hanging, forgotten on clotheslines
Like colorful canvases, on grey rooftops

Lyrics translation (Portugese):

As janelas de Beirute vão se abrindo devagar
Casas empilhadas, mantendo boa aparência
Vivemos juntos nelas, cada janela, uma vista
E a vida ainda é jovem, com suas flores e espinhos
As janelas de Beirute vão se abrindo devagar
Leia em suas xícaras de café, diga-me o que vê
Já passaram por muita coisa, dias doces e azedos
Famintos por mais lendas; e a vida ainda é jovem
As janelas de Beirute vão se abrindo devagar
Nossas histórias são penduradas, esquecidas no varal
Como telas coloridas, nos telhados cinzentos
As janelas de Beirute vão se abrindo devagar
Casas empilhadas, mantendo boa aparência
Vivemos juntos nelas, cada janela, uma vista
E a vida ainda é jovem, com suas flores e espinhos
Ela se levanta de manhã cedinho
E pinta seus belos olhos com kohl
Talvez alguém passe
E o mar com suas marés e refluxos
Nunca se cansa, nunca para
E não importa quantos anos ela tenha
Ele é o único vizinho com que ela realmente se preocupa
As janelas de Beirute vão se abrindo devagar
Nossas histórias são penduradas, esquecidas no varal
Como telas coloridas, nos telhados cinzentos


Tania Saleh | Beirut Windows/As Janelas De Beirute شبابيك بيروت

Description:
Broken Protocol is a reckoning based on my life experiences. Each track exposes the hunger to steal light, the calculated rituals of emotional theft, and the devastating realization that what felt like love was never real. This album documents the cycle—love bombing, gaslighting, ghosting—repeated not by accident, but by design. It’s the story of being chosen only to be drained, of grieving a relationship that never existed, and of finally naming the abuse for what it is: a sinister ploy to destroy. These songs bring it to the light, with no apology and no return.

The Cycle They Feed From

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كلمات : نزار قباني - من قصيدة : آخر عصفور يخرج من غرناطه 
موسيقى : مروان فوزي، ومحمود خطيب @mahmoud_khateeb 
أداء صوتي : محمود خطيب، وشيرين عبده 
بيانو: مروان فوزي
ميلوديكا : أحمد قمر
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عيناكِ آخر مركبين يسافران 
فهل هناك مكان؟ 
تعبت من التسكع في محطات الجنون
وما وصلت إلى مكان

عيناكِ آخر فرصتين متاحتين 
لمن يفكر بالهروب 
وأنا أفكر في الهروب 
وما وصلت إلى مكان

عيناكِ آخر ما تبقى من ينابيع الجنوب
حشيش البحر
حقول التبغ 
مكاتيب الغرام

ويداكِ 
آخر دفترين من الحرير 
عليهما سجلت أحلى ما لديَ من كلام.. 
الماء في عينيك زيتي 
رمادي ونبيذي 
وأنا ع سطح سفينة 
مثل عصفور يتيم 
لا يفكر بالرجوع
لا يفكر بالرجوع

ميني ألبوم زي الشتا | هَوَسْ © | ديسمبر 2015
Recorded and mixed by Ahmed Kamar

Lyrics : Nezar Quappany - excerpted from: last bird flies out of Granada
Music : Marwan Fawzi, @mahmoud_khateeb
Vocals : @mahmoud_khateeb , Shereen Abdo
Piano: Marwan Fawzi
Melodica: Ahmad Kamar
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your eyes, 
are the last two ships leaving, 
so, is there a place ?
'm sick of hanging around meaningless stops on my road
that just lead me to nowhere !!!
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your eyes 
are the last two chances to escape 
for those who think of escape 
and , I  . . . think of escape 
yet, i got to nowhere !!!

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your eyes
are the last of winter birds, 
sea weeds, tobacco fields 
 . . . and love letters 

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and your hands, 
are the last two silk notebooks 
on them, i wrote the sweetest words i could 
the water in your eyes  . . . .. is my oil 
my ashes, my wine 
and i am just like an orphan bird , on a ship-deck
thinking of a no-return 

Mini Album "zaï-yesheta" | HAWAS© | December 2015
Recorded and mixed by Ahmed Kamar

عيناكِ - Your Eyes

بشوفك في البلد - شادي زقطان

لينا شماميان - يا محلا الفسحة

Will You Come Dream | Tiji Nehlam | تيجي نحلم	11-
تركت إيدي معلّقة بطراف كنزته وغفيت
غزال ونايم ع قلبي محوّط بالكرز وبكيت
بكيت ريحة لمخدّة لمّا عن صدري فلّيت
غزال إرجع لعندي ببنيلك من جلدي بيت

تيجي نحلم بسما هادي وناس رايقين؟
تيجي نحلم بوضع عادي ورقصة لتنين؟

رح أترك إيدي معلّقة بطراف لمخدّة
بلكي غزالي يحنّ ويرجع الصّدى يودّي
تهليلة ترجّع غزالي لعندي
أغفى انا أصحى وأنا غزالي إيده عخدّي

تيجي نحلم بسما هادي وناس رايقين?
تيجي نحلم بوضع عادي ورقصة لتنين؟
...

كلمات: تريز سليمان
ألحان - تريز سليمان ويزن إبراهيم
توزيع: يزن إبراهيم
إستضافة: غناء- هنري اندراوس
من العمل المسرحي  "شرق اوسط جديد"
للكاتب معتز أبو صالح والمخرج بشار مرقس

جيتار - يزن إبراهيم
جيتار باص - يزن إبراهيم
أكورديون - حسن نخلة
ساكسفون - عمر مداح

تسجيل | كارم مطر وسعيد غطاس
ميكساج | كارم مطر
ماستر | ستيف كوراو
صورة الغلاف بعدسة | محمد بدارنة
تصميم الغلاف | حسام الشاعر 

إنتاج | سامر جرادات

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Almond Blossom Album - Terez, Yazan and friends	
“Khalta Shamie”- An Indie Alternative world music born of the moment: mixing Pop, Jazz, Rock, Soundtracks with hints from the east, united by specific features from Al Sham - all written at that special place where the sun is woven. 
Terez Sliman and Yazan Ibrahim are a duo that met between Haifa and Majdal Shams with all the daily contradictions and life’s small details in both places. They realized that what connected them was greater and clearer than any label. In one word it was: Al Sham. 
Music brought them together in the winter of 2010 to produce music and participate in theatre productions - this led them always to a new questions. 
Just as almond trees blossom with no expectations or plans in a temperate climate, this band came together somewhere between spontaneity and the deliberately planned, between theatre concerts and bar jams the band took shape in the winter of 2013, laying down its foundations and letting the road lead its way – and there - RAIN had the last word. 
Terez, Yazan along with five other musicians who are mostly members of the band Toot Ard from the Golan Heights : Hassan Nakhleh, Amr Mdah , Shadi Awidat, Rami Nakhleh in addition to Hellanh Khater. met as friends where love was purer than water and where green was not merely a colour. The seven musicians produced songs with indications of both uproar and passion. The songs speak of a HOPE that brings us back to the most beautiful beginnings - LOVE- to life’s blossom – PEOPLE- and to the eyes that LAUGH despite all the sadness of the UNIVERSE. 
Almond Blossom, a musical journey, its home is the skies and earth is simply a station.
Join the journey…

11 Will You Come Dream - Terez Yazan And Friends | تيجي نحلم - تريز يزن والأصدقاء

أمال مثلوثي - كلمتي حرة

بتزعلني_ريم بنا

ريم بنّا - لاتزيديه لوعة Rim Banna - Don't Increase His Agony
من ألبوم: تجلّيات الوجد والثورة Revelation of Ecstasy and Rebellion 

شعر: بدر شاكر السيّاب (العراق).
تلحين: ريم بنّا
التوزيع الموسيقي: بوغي وزلتوفت
الفنّان الضيف الرابير التونسي (مستر كاز).

لا تزيديه لوعة فهو يلقاك
لينسى لديك بعض اكتئابه
قرّبي مقلتيك من وجهه الذاوي
ترَي في الشحوب سرّ انتحابه
وانظري في غضونه صرخة اليأس
أشباح غابر من شبابه
لهفة تسرق الخطى بين جفنيه
وحلم يموت في أهدابه
واسمعيه إذا اشتكى ساعة البَين
وخاف الرحيل يوم اللقاء
واحجبي ناظريه في صدرك المعطار
وعن ذاك الرصيف المضاء
عن شراع يراه في الوهم ينساب
وموج يحسّه في المساء
الوداع الحزين شذى ذراعيك عليه
على الأسى والشقاء
كلّما ضجّ شاكياً في ذراعيك انتهاء الهوى
صرخت انتهارا
فارتمي أين يرتمي صدره الجيّاش حزناً
وحيرة وانتظارا
إغضبي وادفعيه عن صدرك القاسي
وارخي على هواه الستارا
أوصدي الباب خلفه واتركيه
مثلما كان للدجى والصحارى


أمال مثلوثي - كلمتي حرة

Hadeer Ahmed Ghareeb