Julia Boutros - Perhapsجوليا بطرس - ربماRubbama

This song is based on the poem Rubbama ربما by Samih al-Qasim سميح القاسم. "Rubbama" means "perhaps" "maybe" or "might." I have translated the title as "perhaps" but in order to make the sentence more natural in english I have translate it as "you might be able to."

Julia Boutros - Perhaps You might be able to rob me of my last bit of land You might be able to feed my youth to the jail You might be able to put out my torch in the night You might be able to keep me from kissing my mother

You might be able to steal my dreams
You might be able to deprive my children of a suit on a holiday
Oh enemy of the sun!
But I will not compromise

And until my heart's last beat, I will resist

جوليا بطرس - ربما

ربما تسلبني آخر شبر من ترابي
ربما تطعم للسجن شبابي

ربما تطفيء في ليلي شعلة
ربما احرم من أمي قبلة

ربما تغنم من ناطوري احلامي غفلة
ربما تحرم اطفالي يوم العيد بدلة
ربما ترفع من حولي جدارا وجدارا وجدارا ..
يا عدو الشمس
لكن لن اساوم

والى اخر نبض من عروقي ساقاوم
والى اخر نبض من عروقي ساقاوم
والى اخر نبض من عروقي ساقاوم

Julia Boutros - I Breathe Freedomجوليا بطرس - بتنفس حريةBitneffes Hurriye

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Julia Boutros - I Breathe Freedom I breathe freedom, don't cut off my air ?Don't make it too much for me?, it's better we fall together You can never erase me, you need to listen to me and talk to me And if you think it's curing me, this is not the remedy

If only you would listen to me, all that happened should be enough
Force always falls, stopped in the face of ideas
This world is big enough for everyone, the truth alone remains
And if you want us to find the solution, it will only happen if we think together

The voice of freedom remains louder than all the voices
However violently the wind of oppression blows and the night covers the spaces
You could never color the universe all the same color
Or replace the order of the earth or change the current of the wind


جوليا بطرس - بتنفس حرية

انا بتنفس حرية ما تقطع عني الهوا
ولا تزيدها كتير عليّ أحسن منوقع سوا

ما بتقدر ابدا تلغيني بدك تسمعني وتحكيني
واذا فكرك عم بيداويني مش هيدى هو الدوى

يا ريتك مني بتسمع بيكفي كل اللي صار
القوة هي اللي بتوقع انوقفت بوجه الافكار
هالدنيا بتسع للكل وحدها الحقيقة بتضل
واذا بدك منلاقي الحل لولا منفكر سوا

صوت الحرية بيبقى اعلى من كل الأصوات
مهما تعصف ريح الظلم بيغطي الليل المسافات
ما فيك تلون هالكون ع بعضه بذات اللون
وتبدل نظام الأرض وتغير مجرى الهوا

Julia Boutros - Wrong Addressجوليا بطرس - مغلط العنوانMughallet al Anwan

Julia Boutros - Wrong Address Your ideas don't suit me Your news doesn't please me Don't talk to me or reproach me, I forgot you so long ago Your friends are not my friends Your style is forbidden in my book And he who is coming to knock on my door has got the wrong address

Forget the past and go by yourself
Solve your problems yourself
Erase me from your thoughts and your memories
Forget that which was
I can get used to your absence
My nerves are not at your disposal
Keep living with your loved ones and waste your time with them (meaning: not with me)

جوليا بطرس - مغلط العنوان

افكارك مابتناسبني
أخبارك ما عمتعجبني
لاتحاكيني ولا تعاتبني نسيتك من زمان
أصحابك لا مش أصحابي
أسلوبك ممنوع بكتابي
يللي جاي يدق بوابي مغلط بالعنوان
انسى الماضي وروح بحالك
وهمومك حلها لحالك
محيني من فكرك من بالك انسى يللي كان
بعرف اتعود عغيابك
أعصابي مانون عحسابك
ضلك عايش مع أحبابك ضيع بها الزمان

Julia Boutros - Why?جوليا بطرس - على شوAla Shou?

Julia Boutros - Why? Why do you still love him? Why Why? Why are you walking on his path Why, why?

Because of his looks? Or his charm? Or his thoughts? Or his mind?
Or perhaps because of the kindness of his heart?
Why, Why?
He doesn't see anyone in front of him and he has no concerns
Perhaps lost in his beauty or self-deluded
He forgets those who were before him
As if nobody could take his place
And he thinks he's ahead of his time
I'm asking you, why?
He spreads his ideas all over and the ideas are just madness
Everyone follow his news wherever he is
He doesn't think of anyone but himself
He does whatever he wants
And it doesn't concern him what they all say
What's your opinion, what?

جوليا بطرس - على شو

على شو بعدك بتحبه
على شو على شو
على شو ماشي على دربه
على شو على شو
على شكله على سحره على فكره على عقله
أو يمكن على رقة قلبه على شو على شو
مش شايف حدى قباله ولا ولا عنده هموم
ضايع يمكن بجماله وبحاله موهوم
ناسي يللي قبله كانوا ما حدى بياخد مكانه
ومفكر سابق زمانه دخلك على شو؟
عم بيوزع أفكاره والأفكار جنون
و الناس بتلحق أخباره مطرح ما بيكون
ما بيفكر إلا بحاله وبيعمل يللي على باله
ما بيهمه شو ما قالوا شو رأيك شو؟

Julia Boutros - Arabicجوليا بطرس - عربيArabi

Julia Boutros - Arabic I don't understand Arabic well, explain to me what does conscience mean (this is a play on words, the word "Damiir" is also a common grammatical term in Arabic meaning "pronoun") This word has become forgotten, deleted from the world's dictionary So why do they talk about it so much? I don't understand Arabic

Lying has become mandatory for them, the truth is not up-to-date
They don't read the books of Earth nor the Heavenly books
If morals are not longer important tell me what is important?
The world is only interested in money, the rest doesn't mean a lot to them
A hundred faces, a hundred colors, they faces have become hidden
The universe is destroying itself, all in the name of freedom
There is no love left in their hearts, nor did they ever have hearts to begin with
The people are strangers in their own countries
He who is unjust today has pays a high price tomorrow (literally: the unjust one has a high bill tomorrow, meaning: those who are unjust in this life pay for it on the day of reckoning)

جوليا بطرس - عربي

ما عم بفهم عربي كتير فهمني شو يعني ضمير
هالكلمة صارت منسية بقاموس العالم ملغية
وليش بيحكو فيها كتير
ما عم بفهم عربي
صار الكذب عليهن فرض الحقيقة مش عصرية
لا بيقرو بكتب الأرض ولا بالكتب السماوية
اذا ما بقى الأخلاق تهم طيب قللي شو بيهم؟
بالمال العالم مهتم الباقي ما بيعني له كتير
مية وجه ومية لون وجوههن صارت مخفية
عم بيهدم حاله الكون كله باسم الحرية
بقلبهن لا مش باقي حب ولا مرة كان عندهن قلب
والناس بموطنهن غرب الظالم بكره حسابه كبير