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Lyrics in Arabic, English and French below.

Taken from the original soundtrack to the award winning film "As I Open My Eyes/A peine j’ouvre les yeux" by Leyla Bouzid. 

Music composed, arranged and produced by Khyam Allami. Lyrics by Ghassan Amami.

Available worldwide on CD (with 24 page booklet) and download (with digital booklet), including Mastered for iTunes and lossless high-definition 24-bit/96kHz audio files.

All editions feature artwork by Lebanese designer Jana Traboulsi and trilingual booklets with lyrics in Arabic, English and French.

Performed by Joujma, the fictional band created for the film:

Baya Medhaffar as Farah (vocals), Montasser Ayari as Borhene (oud), Deena Abdelwahed as Ines (keys & electronics), and the brothers Marwen Soltana as Sami (bass) and Youssef Soltana as Ska (drums).

Mixed by Khyam Allami. Mastered by Jason Mitchell, Loud Mastering, UK.

NAWA004

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مالفّدة

مالفّدة شي ما يتعّدى
صاحي ولا مخمور
مالْقلق راسك يتْفلق
لا دوا ينفع لا بخور
وين تمشي تضربك الحيوط
وتقعد تدور تدور تدور

مالكّبي تفّرغ وتعّبي
Toutes les nuits, tous les jours
وكان زهيت يهّدو عليك الرهوط
تقوم تهرب وتدور تدور تدور

تزبريطه تجي ڤنوط
ترّصيلك تدور تدور تدور
تدور كي الزربوط
وتطيح ماكلكّبوط

FROM BOREDOM
From boredom, nothing survives 
sober or inebriated.
Your head explodes from torpidity, 
neither remedy nor incense
have any effect. 

Wherever you go,
you bounce between the walls. 
You find yourself
turning, turning, turning...

You’re over flowing with bad luck, 
every night, every day. 
And should you rejoice
the sky falls in on you.
You get up, flee
and turn, turn, turn...

One drink and you’re off 
turning,turning,turning... 
like a spinning wheel. 
Then you fall!
Taking a beating.

DE L’ENNUI
De l’ennui, rien ne réchappe,
sobre ou enivré.
De la torpeur, ta tête explose, 
ni remède, ni encens n’ont d’effet. 
Où que tu ailles, t’es au pied du mur, 
et tu te retrouves
à tourner, tourner, tourner...

De la guigne, tu es rempli. 
Toutes les nuits, tous les jours. 
Et si jamais tu te réjouis,
les tuiles te tombent dessus. 
Tu te lèves, fuis
et tu tournes, tournes, tournes...

Une beuverie et tu es parti 
Et tu tournes encore, encore, 
Tu tournes tel une toupie 
Jusqu’àtomber!
T’as pris une sacrée raclée !


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