تامر نفار - راجع عالبيت المملكة العربية السعودية

Tamer Nafar - I’m Returning Home Don't forget to subscribe for new content! ما تنسوا تضغطوا على زر الإشتراك! Follow Me تابعوني على Instagram: https://.instagram.com/tamer_nafar Facebook: https://.facebook.com/tamer.nafar Twitter: https://.twitter.com/TamerNafar Tik Tok: tamernafar Website: www.tamernafar.com CREDITS: Video by Eli Rezik Lyrics by Tamer Nafar Music Composed & Arranged by Rami Arafat Mixed & Mastered by Rami Arafat Recorded at National Center of Music Studio - Nablus, Palestine Photo by Gabriel Baharila Translation to English by Nadia Tannous SPECIAL THANKS TO ZOCHROT FOR MAKING THIS SONG HAPPEN https://zochrot.org/ I'm Returning Home Returning home, I’m returning home, Where I can wash the dust of time off my hands. Returning home, I’m returning home, If you pull the land from beneath my feet, I Will be falling up, falling up Falling up, falling up . I turn off the lights, close my eyes and fall at home. As far as I’m concerned, the world can tumble upside down. I am supposed to get home, take away the noise, and not hear its sound. I’m supposed to isolate myself from the chaos, and listen to the most beautiful note. The sound of the key as it goes in the lock and the key keeps turning, keeps turning. And the key keeps turning, keeps turning, and the key keeps turning, keeps turning. And the key keeps turning, keeps turning, and the key keeps turning, keeps turning, but something is still missing. There is no home without you. There is light, but not the light of your eyes. I dreamt that you returned to town, hold my hand because they changed its name. See, these are our houses, keep your hindrance outside, slam the door in their face. Take us back to where they stole our moments…. And the time keeps turning, keeps turning. And the time keeps turning, and the time keeps turning, keeps turning. And the time keeps turning, keeps turning and I’m, Returning home, I’m returning home, Where I can wash the dust of time off my hands. Returning home, I’m returning home, If you pull the land from beneath my feet, I Will be falling up, falling up Falling up, falling up . I turn off the lights, I close my eyes, I fall at home There is no home without you. There is no home without you. I dreamt that you returned to town, and the key is turning. An entire nation was expelled from its land, what language should we say this? This key goes in this lock, And the key keeps turning , keeps turning. And the key keeps turning, keeps turning, and the key keeps turning, keeps turning. And the key keeps turning, keeps turning and brother, you are still missing. We did not weep when we were leaving, For we had neither time nor tears, and there was no farewell. Hopeful eyes, vague horizon, I don’t want Waze, there is only one way. A return without leaving, the only path, and the time goes by, it goes by. And the time keeps turning, keeps turning, and the time keeps turning, keeps turning. And the time keeps turning, keeps turning, and I’m Returning home, I’m returning home, Where I can wash the dust of time off my hands. Returning home, I’m returning home, If you pull the land from beneath my feet, I Will be falling up, falling up Falling up, falling up . I turn off the lights, I close my eyes, I fall at home.

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