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هاي البلاد منكوبة
منكوبة نكبتين 
النكبة الأولى محسوبة 
السؤال شو صار بعدين

هاي البلاد منكوبة
نكبتين أو أكتر
الأولى آثارها موجودة
التانية بعدها بتتمختر

تابولا راسا عبّوا
عبولها راسها تابو
تابولا راسا عبّوا

هاي البلاد منكوبة
كمان من المنكوبين 
شرف العيلة يا محبوبي
الراس بالراس والعين بالعين

هاي البلاد انتكبت 
وبعدها بتنتكب
ولاد عمّك، اخوتك وأهلك
معيشينا بالكذب

تابولا راسا عبّوا
عبولها راسها تابو
تابولا راسا عبّوا

نسّونا، نسّونا المدينة
زرعوا فيها أفكارنا الحزينة
نسّونا، نسّونا المدينة
زرعوا فيها 

This land is plundered
It is plundered twice 
The first one is calculated
The question is what happened next

This land is plundered
It’s plundered twice or more 
The first one’s traces remain here
The second one is still wandering around 

Tabula Rasa, fill it in
Filled her head with taboos
Tabula Rasa, fill it in
Filled her head with taboos

This land is plundered
Also by the plundered
Family honor, my dear
An eye for an eye and tooth for tooth

This land was plundered
And is still being ravaged
Your cousins, your parents, and brothers 
Are feeding us with lies 

Tabula Rasa, fill it in
Filled her head with taboos
Tabula Rasa, fill it in
Filled her head with taboos

They made us forget
They made us forget the city
They planted it  
With our sorrowful thoughts

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Betnuj

Betnuj (feat. Elos Byuri)

Nido

“They said the blues were six feet under. We’re still dancin’ on the dirt.”

Six Feet Above the Blues is a 15-track resurrection of grit, ghosts, and grit-your-teeth redemption. Born from rusted strings, roadside sermons, and moonshine confessions, this debut album blends Southern Gothic storytelling with boot-stomping energy and the haunted soul of outlaw folk.

Through swamp fog and shotgun sermons, you’ll meet:

A hollow-eyed preacher who barters salvation in shadows

A hellhound more loyal than any man

A banjo cursed with blood

And a narrator who swears “God Don’t Ride Shotgun”

Whether it’s the eerie waltz of “Rattlesnake Waltz,” the foot-stomping fury of “Train Don’t Stop for Sinners,” or the rowdy last call in “Ashes in the Ale,” this record walks the line between sin and salvation — and leans hard toward the former.

Fueled by banjo, bowed bass, gang vocals, and enough smoke to choke a saint, this is music for the outlaws, the almost-gone, and the ones who never stayed buried.

🪕 Come raise a glass with the damned — you’re only six feet above the blues, after all.
credits


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