| I remember when I was growing up, if my mother got angry or frustrated with me,
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| she’d say…"oh, esh ked heluwa el hurriya"
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| …and the basic translation of that is «Oh, how beautiful is freedom»
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| But where is freedom?
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| (Oh, esh ked heluwa el hurriya) x3
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| Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying
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| (Oh, esh ked heluwa el hurriya) x3
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| Where is our freedom?
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| This is for Baghdad, the place of my mothers birth
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| The cradle of civilization, for what it’s worth
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| The land I’ve never seen, culture I’ve never known
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| Iraq is in my heart, my blood, my flesh and bones
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| The air I’ve never breathed, fragrance I’ve never smelt
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| The pride I never had, the nationality that I never felt
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| Saddam was bad, are the American’s even more so?
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| They made me groan like I was missing part of my torso
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| But I never picked up a grenade in my garden
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| I never saw people I love die starving
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| I never saw my family die through many years of sanctions
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| While the ruler’s family lived in palaces and mansions
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| Never had a family member kidnapped for a ransom
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| Never lost a friend to violence that was random
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| Bombings, occupation, torture, intimidation
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| A million dead people doesn’t equal liberation
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| Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying
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| Listen!
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| Where is our freedom?
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| Forget division based on ethnicity or religion
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| Whether you Sunni, Shia, Kurdish or Christian
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| Pain is still pain if you’re a person that’s missing
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| We all deserve a life in this earth that we live in
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| Is there enough words that can say
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| How deeply Baghdad is burnin' today
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| And it’s not about pity, hands out or sympathy
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| It’s about pride, respect, honour and dignity
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| Babies being born with deformities from uranium
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| Those babies aren’t just Iraqi, they’re Mesopotamian
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| What I view on the news is making me shiver
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| Cause I look at the victims and see the same face in the mirror
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| This system of division makes it harder for you and me
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| Peace is a question, the only answer is unity
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| So many dreams about this place that I’ve never seen
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| The place my family had to leave in the 70's
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| Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying
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| Where is our freedom?
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| It rains white phosphorus in Fallujah
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| This is for those that won’t live to see the future
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| Sorry that I wasn’t there, Sorry that I couldn’t help
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| I’m sorry for every tear, Sorry you’ve been put through hell
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| Still I feel like an immigrant, Englishman amongst Arabs and an Arab amongst
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| Englishmen
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| Like I said they never gave me the culture
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| But they did give me Kubbat Halab, Hakaka and Dolma
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| Ana isme Kareem
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| Wa ohmre thalatha wa-'ishrun
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| Umi min Baghdad, wa abuya min Dover
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| And that’s the combination that I carry on my shoulders
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| Still I rep, till my death, till they kill and steal my flesh
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| From now all the way back to Gilgamesh
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| Such a villianized and criticized nation
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| You will always be the cradle of civilization
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| Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying
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| Where is our freedom?
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| In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me
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| In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me
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| In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me
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| I can still feel you calling me
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| I can still feel you calling me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cradle of Civilisation , by - LowKey. Song from the album Soundtrack to the Struggle..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп