Syrian Kings - GemArts East by North East youth music proj

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Permanent Stars by Syrian Kings

GemArts East by North East youth music project.

Funded by Youth Music.

Music leaders Izzy and Pawel.

Additional support by music leaders Adam, Rik, Louis and Kay.

In partnership with Gateshead Housing Resettlement team and Gateshead Council.

In collaboration with BALTIC Artist Prize winner Aaron Hughes / Poetry Despite, Music Despite exhibition.

Translation from Arabic to English

I long to return and smell your scent again, Damascus
I long to return and remember those days
Days that will not return, not even in dreams
The people in exile got tired of illusions

We lived our childhood in exile, sorrow and illusions
Because of injustice, our eyes can’t sleep anymore
Exile, oh people, made us taste poison

I long to return to my homeland,
To hear a knock on my door, open and find my friend
To go together to my school, To enter my classroom, To find my teacher.
To play in the school yard after my classes are over
How i miss my friends from school.

I’m tired, yes i am tired of exile
Everyone is faraway, heartbroken, no one is by my side

My tears flow each time I put my head on the pillow
Lost in this world and I don’t know what to do
Oh world, lighten my heart a little
Many people I’ve seen cry, their loved ones who drowned in the sea
Syria you are a paradise, and a paradise you shall remain
Oh World, Please, Have some compassion with the Syrian people

I remember the time I spent with my friends
It was the most beautiful days of my life
In exile, I’ve lost my days and my happiness
I lost most of my loved ones
They were my friends

So many people lost their loved ones in the sea
So many people are tired of the cruelness of destiny
The sight of you, oh my country, breaks one’s back
How my heart breaks, Oh Damascus, whenever I remember the smell of roses
I open my phone for your memories, oh Damascus, I am still searching

Home, oh my dear home, do you still remember me? Or has Destruction concealed you
Those days when I spent the evenings with my neighbour
Now there is no neighbour or home that remains
The destruction took them, and the siege has exhausted them
My eyes cry from this scene that became war, ruins and destruction
The day will come, God willing, and we will return to you oh Homeland

I have lost eight years of my life
I went to exile by force, not by choice
Am waiting for Death to come and end my life
I kept holding the shroud, waiting for Exile to kill me.

The death boats have made it to the dreamland
They thought that Exile would be nice, but it was only pain and anguish
Those who fled only know beauty in their dreams
Some people made it, and others didn’t experience Peace

I remember the time I spent with my friends
It was the most beautiful days of my life
In exile, I’ve lost my days and my happiness
I lost most of my loved ones
They were my friends

I remember the time I spent with my friends
It was the most beautiful days of my life
In exile, I’ve lost my days and my happiness
I lost most of my loved ones
They were my friends

I remember the time I spent with my friends
It was the most beautiful days of my life
In exile, I’ve lost my days and my happiness
I lost most of my loved ones
They were my friends

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