This is the type of thing hip-hop needs for real. And it comes from one of our cultures most powerful acts, DAM from Lyd, Palestine! These are my boys right here for real, I love everything they do. A true voice for the entire Middle East. Please read the translation below of the lyrics to this song. I won't spoil the surprise, but Dam not only covers a topic that many won't touch, they also came up with a concept that most people in hip-hop don't even try to do anymore. Its a truly unique technique. Telling the story backwards. So brilliant, so powerful. This is what I need more of in my life. Viva Palestine! Viva Dam!
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Translation
Arabic script: If I Could Go Back In Time
Suhel Nafar:
Before she was murdered, she wasn't alive
We'll tell her story backwards from her murder to her birth
Her body rises from the grave to the ground
The bullet flies out of her forehead and swallowed into the gun
The sound of her echo screams, she screams back
Tears rise up from her cheeks to her eyes
Behind the clouds of smoke, faces of her family appear
Without shame, her brother puts the gun in his pocket
Her father throws down the shovel and wipes the sweat off his forehead
He shakes his head, satisfied from the size of the grave
They pull her back to the car, her legs kicking
Like a sand storm, she's erasing her own tracks
They throw her in the trunk, she doesn't know where she is
But she knows that three left the house and only two will return
They reach the house; throw her to the bed in violence
"So you want run away huh?" they wake her with violence
Amal Murkus (Chorus)
If I could go back in time
I would smile
Fall in love
Sing
If I could go back in time
I would draw
Write
Sing
Mahmood Jrere:
She dreams before falling asleep
We'll tell her story backwards, maybe understand
The clock hands move right to left
She reconstructs her steps as if she were lost
She sleeps prepared, money for the taxi
Plane ticket and passport under her pillow
Answer: leave the clothes in the closet; she plans to wear a new life
Question: what if they ask what the suitcase is for?
She went to bed, leaves table
Eats well, she must act today
Her nose stops bleeding, that's what they see
But it's a fresh wound; before they will beat her she will beat them
Her mom says "your life is like heaven"
She's right, if you taste the forbidden you better know someone is watching
Two hours before dinner, the phone hangs up
Her mom is shocked "the flight is delayed"
Phone rings
Amal Murkus (Chorus)
Tamer Nafar:
Before she answers, she isn't even asked
The story is like the logic in her life, all backwards
Her hands up in the sky, begging for help
Their hands up in the sky reciting the Fatiha (ceremony before marriage)
The calendar page moves one day back, the time is
Afternoon, the argument is over, her brother commands her
Blood flows from her lips to her nose
A sound of a fist, his hand jumps from her face
It's the first time in her life that she says "NO!"
Her mom announces happily "tomorrow you will marry your cousin"
If I look through the album of her life
I won't see a photo of her standing up for her rights
It's hard, the pages are stuck to my hand
Her past full of blood and tears
But we promise you, from her murder to her birth
Their expressions filled with anger as if someone announced a crime
"Congratulations, it's a girl"
The beginning.
Arabic script:Freedom For My Sisters
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