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انا سميتك الجنه
غناء: علي الهلباوي
كلمات: أيمن سالم
تأليف: فاروق الشرنوبى

انا سميتك الجنة وقلت اتوب
 اقوم الصبح اتوضا اتوضا ف قلبى يدوب
 وراضى بقسمتى وعشقى وبالمكتوب 
وقادر اخطى ع السكة واكون ايوب
 اكون ايووووووب




علي الهلباوي..أنا سميتك الجنه..أيوب..

   يقدم الفقرة الممثل محمد احمد المصري الشهير بأبو لمعة في احد اعياد راس السنة بثت في بداية الثمانينات.
هذه الكلمات جزء من عمل كتبه الراحل صلاح جاهين ، ولحنه الفنان هاني شنوده.

علي الحجار - ح نخبي ليه؟

لو تعرفى - علي الحجار

THREE POEMS AGAINST THE WAR – 
BY JOHANNES KÜHN

1. Job
Can’t you go collect weapons from the last war?
That would be a job. And just imagine how it might delight you to extend your work to the barracks, to gather what is new for the scrap heap— and to trumpet to all the men that you know what becomes of fighters in battle!
What—do I seem foolish to you? Say you’ve lost your way— and yet arrived at the right place.
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2. Torso
The smooth white marble of the statue is missing a hand— the one that held the arrow of death. Who struck it off?
Perhaps when the realm of eternal peace was proclaimed, under sacred names, to end all wars. With one hand, the soldier is a civilian. And naked, he gleams through the park. I look on, content.
Long, long ago. Perhaps we were mistaken about the realm of peace. Indeed.
And the lands where no one dies in war have been sung about by birds— as they still are today. Listen to them in the leaves! They dart through the green and harp out sunlight, loud.
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3. High-Rise
The high-rise looms victorious, like a hand reaching into the sky. Floor by floor, it climbs.
Standing at the topmost window you’d gaze playfully at the backs of hawks and larks— if they came, even crows— to the city’s edge, to see it, to circle it.
You’d look far down on the other houses that stand around it like lowly servants.
Your face chalk-white before the depth. A fall— no child’s game, no man’s deed, but death.
No fear that it might fall itself! Its roots of stone were rammed deep into the earth by the builders. And the walls— so that inside, children, men, and women might feel safe— were carefully joined with the finest mortar. Steel strand by steel strand runs through its stone-hard skin.
Devil’s toil gnawed the men’s joints— all the men who worked on this house month after month as the structure grew.
I walk beneath it, in awe, and curse the bomb that might strike it. I am afraid of war.
It dawns in a plane flying even higher than the house stands— in a frenzy of rocket-noise across the noonday sky.

Johannes Kühn (1934-2023) - Translation from German: Volker Carl Jacoby

ECHOES OF WAR - Three Poems of JOHANNES KÜHN

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"حاجة واحدة"
كلمات: محمد خير
ألحان: عمرو جاهين
توزيع: أسامة الهندى

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أحمد الحجار - بحبك

تفصح الموسيقى عن تلك الأشياء التي لانستطيع الحديث عنها، ولا السكوت عليها

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