This is crazy. I feel like I’m watching The Square or reading about Tunisian Jasmine Revolution. Here’s the lyric. God. Moving. This song is dedicated to Mohamed Bouazizi and the fallen children.
Well. Arab world, somehow, is full of conflict…

I like the idea. I like that they write a beautiful lyric, a moving video, and of course the superb musical arrangement. I found Hiba Tawaji from Spotify in Discover Weekly – I should thank Spotify for that. Discover Weekly featured her La Bidayi wala Nihayi – The Windmills of your Mind. She also sings an interpretation of Libertango (Tango al-huriya alias Tango of Freedom) with lyric from Ghadi Rahbani. Really, I should follow this Oussama & Ghadi Rahbani guys haha. Oh and btw, they’re from Lebanon.

What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about?
The grief coming out from me is a scream from my worried heart
What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about?
Those falling people are innocent, who is responsible?
We dreamt of a thriving Spring, which fragrance would spread over people
But this Spring turned out confusing, blossomed with blood of children and people
It started with a vegetables cart, then it turned into a Revolution in the field
They made our Revolution a red One which kills in the name of Religions
Big states entered into us with their political interests

Sleep flew away from our nights because of our unprotected houses
They brought those Barbarian Mongols from remote places
Their hearts are filled with indisputable and recalcitrant barbary and ideology
The roar of their voices flew, they told them: “You are combatants,
Arab World is your trench. Do not set apart a color or a religion”
The folks decided their fates, their rights to live freely
But, alas! Revolution took them back to slavery

What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about?
The grief coming out from me is a scream from my worried heart
What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about?
Those falling people are innocent, who is responsible?
The aim of the Revolution is progress, not regression
I dread the lenghtening of this Revolution turns us into a masquerade
I want a green Spring which announces a new summer
They turned us into a red Spring, they strafed us with weapons and iron

Summer’s shining sun rises behind Spring
After summer, autumn hears the thunder of the winter’s cloud
Thus that rain will come tomorrow and wash our red lands
The revolution of life comes back with the human scream
They called us “Arab Spring”, this autumn blossomed into chaos
The West prevented the Arab folk from becoming free through a white revolution
I dread for this Arab folk, Others are planning Revolutions (for him)

And Arabs remain ignorant as a child leading in kindergarten
What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about?
The grief coming out from me is a scream from my worried heart
What Spring am I singing, what Spring shall I talk about?
Those falling people are innocent, who is responsible?