| Come to my hometown and see How the sea smiles at you, To smell the soil of our hometown And draw your glory on its rock Come to my hometown and see How the sea smiles to you, To smell the soil of our hometown And draw your glory on its rock Come to the coast of Haifa And keep its sand for souvenir, Take a photo of the streets of Jaffa And a walk on the wall of Acre Come to the coast of Haifa And keep its sand for souvenir, Take a photo of the streets of Jaffa And a walk on the wall of Acre Come to my hometown and see How the sea How the sea smiles to you Jerusalem and it's streets And sky, are the most beautiful place, Come to us And ask about us Our hometown is the address of generosity If you want to feel joy Nazareth will send you peace, The party is sweet With a hundred greetings And beautiful words are at your presence Come to Wadi ‘Ara, A pot of coffee is over the fire, Visit us town by town, Our hearts are the home of your eyes Come to Wadi ‘Ara, A pot of coffee is over the fire, Visit us town by town, Our hearts are the home of your eyes Come to my hometown and see How the sea How the sea smiles to you I've wandered around many countries, But I never saw any place as beautiful as you, Nothing even as beautiful as your mountains, flowers and birds are singing Yaba leyl leyl leyl leyly Leyly leyly I sang Dalouna to my hometown, And she replied with Magina, And the Dahiya flirts with Dabke And the Atana Oooooof I missed the story told by my granny Which gathered us in the courtyards, I missed the bread with olive oil and Za'atar (thyme) And the olive tree, I went to so many places and what a hard journey to me, I never met any place dearer than my hometown, In poetry, literature, science, art And the sweetest melodies I've wandered around many countries, But I never saw any place as beautiful as you, Nothing even as beautiful as your mountains, flowers and birds are singing Yaba leyl leyl leyl leyly Leyly leyly I sang Dalouna to my hometown, And she replied with Magina, And the Dahiya flirts with Dabke And the Atana Oooooof I missed the story told by my granny Which gathered us in the courtyards, I missed the bread with olive oil and Za'atar (thyme) And the olive tree, I went to so many places and what a hard journey to me, I never met any place dearer than my hometown, In poetry, literature, science, art And the sweetest melodies Oooof oooof oooof Aman aman aman aman aman aman aman Oh my hometown
Credits Song: Arabic folk song Artist: Shalby Younis & Ghazal Ghrayeb Lyrics: Dr Qasem Younis Composer: Dr. Qasem Younis Arranger: Dawood Ibrahem Director: Dr Qasem Younis Production: Awtary Music video: Courtesy of Awtary Music Text & translation: Lyricstranslate.com Copyright: Fair use principle, for educational purposes. |