أغنية فزعة Faza'a song | إهداء إلى حبيبتي السويداء | أسامة العطار - Osama Attar скачать в хорошем качестве

أغنية فزعة Faza'a song | إهداء إلى حبيبتي السويداء | أسامة العطار - Osama Attar

This isn't just a song; this is the cry of a mountain. This is the story of the resilience of Suwayda, Jabal al-Arab, in the face of tyranny and extremism. When they tried to break the will of its people, "Bani Ma'arouf" rose as one to the call of "Faza'a". This song is in English so that our voice can reach every corner of the world, letting them know the story of dignity being written today on our land. Dedicated to the souls of all the innocents who fell, and to every hero who stood to defend our land and honor. If this song touched your heart, share it so the world knows the story of the mountain that never bows. #السويداء #جبل_العرب #بني_معروف #سوريا #كرامة #صمود #Syria #Suwayda #JabalAlArab Follow me on : INSTAGRAM :   / osama_attar.98   FACEBOOK :   / osama.attar.585   Lyric : [Intro]   They came in the night, no stars, just fear,   "Takbeer" in the air, but death was near.   Not peacekeepers — wolves in disguise,   With blood on their hands and fire in their eyes.   [Verse 1]   They said they came to save, but they came to slay,   Tried to break the mountain — we don't obey.   From the land of the brave, they made it a grave,   And all they brought was chains for slaves.   But Suwayda don’t kneel, Suwayda don’t break,   We rise like fire for honor's sake.   You touch our land, you awaken the storm,   This is the mountain — we were battle-born.   [Chorus]   Faza’a! We rise, we burn, we bleed,   For every child, every soul in need.   One blood, one oath, one heart, one sound —   Live free or die unbound.   Call of the mountain, echoes loud,   We ain’t afraid — we stand so proud.   Bani Ma’arouf, hear the sound:   We fight as one, we hold our ground.   [Verse 2]   Abu Salman called — the echo was fire,   The drums of war, the voice of the choir.   Young and old, they all stood tall,   When the mountain calls, we give it all.   No flags of hate, no rule by fear,   The soul of Suwayda is crystal clear.   They tried to erase us — we wrote our name,   In the rocks, in the wind, in eternal flame.   [Bridge]   He aimed his gun at a boy in the street,   No weapon, no threat, just two bare feet.   Said: "You Sunni or Druze?" — "I'm Syrian, man."   But truth means nothing to a death cult’s plan.   "I'm Druze," he said, head high, chest bare,   One shot fired, now he's not there.   But his blood speaks louder than hate can kill —   We remember. And we will.   [Chorus]   Faza’a! We rise, we burn, we bleed,   For every soul that they made to plead.   We turned their fear into retreat,   Their black flags fell beneath our feet.   No chains, no lies, no voice can tame,   The sons of fire, the truth, the flame.   From Suwayda hills, we carved our claim —   We changed the game, remember the name.   [Outro]   This is the echo from the mountain strong,   A song of the just who righted the wrong.   We don’t forget, we don’t forgive,   But we rise to fight. And we rise to live.