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Vocal: Eilbret Dooman Lyrics: Adday Alkhas Melody: Yosip Bet Yosip Arranged by Honiball Joseph Contemporary Assyrian Folk Music A Concert by Honiball Joseph Marines' Memorial Theatre - San Francisco, Sep 2019 visit Our website 👉👉 https://www.gilgamesh.co.com/ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This video is copyright protected. You can share it on your social media, but please don't republish it. For more information please contact us at [email protected] Follow Our social media pages💖💖💖 ➡️Instagram = / gilgamesh.f. . ➡️twitter = / gilgamesh_art ➡️Linkedin = / gilg. . ➡️Facebook = / gilgamesh.foundation For contact 📞📞 📧Email:[email protected] Translated Lyrics: Against the house where my mother gave birth to me Clung a grapevine whose thousand fingers had climbed high Past the door frame all the way up to the roof beam I've not seen such beauty since nor ever will I? In the summertime, our mother sat in its shade While we children jumped up and down all around her We were little then but growing bigger each day In our company, she abounded with pleasure. With her hands, she would bend the branches down to us The heavy bunches of grapes hung there in the air In reach of our mouths that bit into their sweet juice Thanks to her delicate hands and her loving care. Beneath the grapevine, we children would plead, "More, more!" Like the baby birds in their nest who sang "Tweet, tweet!" Our mother fed us all the grapes that we asked for Like the chicks' mother who brought them all, they could eat. Winter approached, snow fell, and the cold settled in Withering the grapevine, making the birds take flight Mother died, her children scattered across the land When I remember her, a teardrop blurs my sight. Translated by Anita and Buna Alkhas Contemporary Assyrian Folk Music || Contemporary Assyrian Folk Music 2022 || Contemporary Assyrian Music || Honiball Joseph music || Honiball Joseph || #Concert #Assyrian #AssyrianMusic #FolkMusic #MiddleEasternMusic #honiball #honiballJoseph #SanFrancisco