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Mira Awad - Yaba (Father) - ميرا عوض - يابا

My father and I were born and raised in the same exact geographical spot - A village called Rameh in the Galilee. However, he was born in 1936 in what was called Palestine, while in 1975 I was born in Israel. The song Yaba is about our identity as native Palestinian citizens of this troubled homeland. Song credits: Music & lyrics: Mira Awad Arrangement & Musical production: Mira Awad & Ayal Yishay Guitar: Shay Alon Label: LabelFree Digital : Digistage LTD Video credits: Appearing: Dr. Anwar Awad, Mira Awad Camera: Ayal Yishay Director & editor: Mira Awad Production: Mira Awad Productions يابا بتقولي احكيلهن قصتنا احنا اللي بعدنا صامدين احنا اللي ما غلبتنا حروب وما فرفطتنا السنين احنا اللي بعدنا منجول زتون زرعه جدي اللي مات احنا اللي باقين على طول وقت ما تبدلت قيادات احنا اللي صوت الجبل فينا ورعشة غصون الكينا احنا القمح, احنا الغربال احنا المناره على المينا يابا يابا يابا بشعر زي شجره كبيره, عتيقه صارلها بهالارض دهور وجذورها عميقه, لكن ما الها وساع وحياتها محشوره ومسيّجه السما من فوقيها وغصونها مكسوره يابا ارضنا تحت اجرينا بس وطن ما في ساكنين بيوت من حجر بس حاسين بمنافي يابا يابا انا تعبانه يابا بس مش يأسانه يابا يابا يابا صوت الجبل فيي ورعشة غصون الكينا أنا القمح أنا الغربال أنا المناره على المينا يابا… Translation: You say: "Tell them our story We are the ones who are still hanging on The ones who were not defeated by wars Nor scattered by the years The ones who still pick olives From trees that my dead grandfather planted The ones who stayed put while leaderships changed We are the voice of the mountain And the shiver in the eucalyptus branches We are the wheat and the sieve And the lighthouse on the port". Father, father. Father, I feel like a tree Big and ancient That has been in this land for generations It has deep roots But has no space The skies above it have bars Against which the branches break. Father, our land is beneath our feet But we have no homeland We live in houses of stone But feel in exile. Father, I am tired But not despaired Father, I am the voice of the mountain I am the shiver in the eucalyptus branches I am the wheat and the sieve And the lighthouse on the port Father FB -   / miraawad   Instagram -  / miraaawad   Mira Awad Website: https://www.miraawad.co/