Kamilya Jubran
Kamilya Jubran {كميليا جبران} was born in Akka, Palestine, to Palestinian parents who are from a northern Palestinian village in Al-Jaleel. Her father Elias Jubran, an authentic instrument maker and a music teacher; was her first source of classical Arabic musical education. In Jerusalem and for twenty years, Jubran was Sabreen's lead song performer, and player of oud, qanun, and other oriental instruments. From 1982 to 2002 Jubran, along with Sabreen Read Full BioKamilya Jubran {كميليا جبران} was born in Akka, Palestine, to Palestinian parents who are from a northern Palestinian village in Al-Jaleel. Her father Elias Jubran, an authentic instrument maker and a music teacher; was her first source of classical Arabic musical education. In Jerusalem and for twenty years, Jubran was Sabreen's lead song performer, and player of oud, qanun, and other oriental instruments. From 1982 to 2002 Jubran, along with Sabreen, represented the voice of resistance; struggle for freedom, and of a deep and dynamic artistic-political process that created a new style of a unique modern Arabic song. Since May 2002, Jubran has toured with Mahattaat, Wameedd, and her solo show in several Arab and European cities.
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Tanju

Coming from Boiler Room - Jazar Crew! Thanks 🙏🏼

NAF LEE

كلام ولحن آاااااخر من زمن آخر

NAF LEE

ما هذا الرقي،

Zack Oesterreicher

‎نحن أهل الشاطئ الآخر
‎بشر يَتعذَّرُ الوصول إليهم
‎مع أنهم قريبون مرئيون
‎ليس لأجسادنا حدود ثابتة
‎لم يبقَ في وجوهنا غيرُ النظر
‎فنحن مطرودون من نفوسنا
‎ممنوعون من الإقامة في بلادنا الحقيقية

‎نحن أهل الشاطئ الآخر
‎دمنا يتحدّى الزمن
‎لا يد تقدر أن تمحونا
‎فكل ما يُسْكِرُ النفوس
‎أو يبعث فيها النشوة
‎تولَّدَ مِنْ حركاتنا

‎نحن أهل الشاطئ الآخر
‎سجناء مرآتنا الخاصّة
‎يسيل رمل الزمن بين أصابعنا
‎لم نرد أن نستسلم للأحلام
‎لم نرد أن نؤمن بالأوهام
‎مع أنها اكتسبت قلوبنا

We are the people of the other shore,
Humans impossible to reach,
Despite being visible and near,
Our bodies have no fixed limits,
We have nothing left on our faces but the power to look,
For we have been expelled from our souls,
Forbidden from residing in our true country.

We are the people of the other shore,
Our blood defies time,
No hand can erase us,
For everything that intoxicates souls,
Or sends into them ecstasy,
Has been generated from our movements.

We are the people of the other shore,
Prisoners of our own mirror,
The sand of time runs through our fingers,
We didn’t want to give into dreams,
We didn’t want to believe in illusions,
Even though they have already won over our hearts.

Zack Oesterreicher

@William Bauer yes

William Bauer

Hi, Zack Oesterreicher. Is this your own translation of the Arabic?

Hélène Jautée

thousand thanks to you  for posting the text and translation <3

s.m.w

‎نحن أهل الشاطئ الآخر
بشر يَتعذَّرُ الوصول إليهم
‎مع أنهم قريبون مرئيون

‎ليس لأجسادنا حدود ثابتة
لم يبقَ في وجوهنا غيرُ النظر
‎فنحن مطرودون
من نفوسنا ‎ممنوعون من الإقامة

في بلادنا الحقيقية
‎نحن أهل الشاطئ الآخر ‎
دمنا يتحدّى الزمن
‎لا يد تقدر أن تمحونا ‎
فكل ما يُسْكِرُ النفوس ‎أو يبعث فيها النشوة

‎تولَّدَ مِنْ حركاتنا

‎نحن أهل الشاطئ الآخر ‎

سجناء مرآتنا الخاصّة
‎يسيل رمل الزمن بين أصابعنا

‎لم نرد أن نستسلم للأحلام ‎
لم نرد أن نؤمن بالأوهام
‎مع أنها اكتسبت قلوبنا

We are the people of the other shore, Humans impossible to reach, Despite being visible and near, Our bodies have no fixed limits, We have nothing left on our faces but the power to look, For we have been expelled from our souls, Forbidden from residing in our true country. We are the people of the other shore, Our blood defies time, No hand can erase us, For everything that intoxicates souls, Or sends into them ecstasy, Has been generated from our movements. We are the people of the other shore, Prisoners of our own mirror, The sand of time runs through our fingers, We didn’t want to give into dreams, We didn’t want to believe in illusions, Even though they have already won over our hearts.

s.m.w

ممنوعون