Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cradle of Civilisation, artist - LowKey. Album song Soundtrack to the Struggle..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2011
Record label: Mesopotamia
Song language: English
Cradle of Civilisation |
I remember when I was growing up, if my mother got angry or frustrated with me, |
she’d say…"oh, esh ked heluwa el hurriya" |
…and the basic translation of that is «Oh, how beautiful is freedom» |
But where is freedom? |
(Oh, esh ked heluwa el hurriya) x3 |
Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying |
(Oh, esh ked heluwa el hurriya) x3 |
Where is our freedom? |
This is for Baghdad, the place of my mothers birth |
The cradle of civilization, for what it’s worth |
The land I’ve never seen, culture I’ve never known |
Iraq is in my heart, my blood, my flesh and bones |
The air I’ve never breathed, fragrance I’ve never smelt |
The pride I never had, the nationality that I never felt |
Saddam was bad, are the American’s even more so? |
They made me groan like I was missing part of my torso |
But I never picked up a grenade in my garden |
I never saw people I love die starving |
I never saw my family die through many years of sanctions |
While the ruler’s family lived in palaces and mansions |
Never had a family member kidnapped for a ransom |
Never lost a friend to violence that was random |
Bombings, occupation, torture, intimidation |
A million dead people doesn’t equal liberation |
Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying |
Listen! |
Where is our freedom? |
Forget division based on ethnicity or religion |
Whether you Sunni, Shia, Kurdish or Christian |
Pain is still pain if you’re a person that’s missing |
We all deserve a life in this earth that we live in |
Is there enough words that can say |
How deeply Baghdad is burnin' today |
And it’s not about pity, hands out or sympathy |
It’s about pride, respect, honour and dignity |
Babies being born with deformities from uranium |
Those babies aren’t just Iraqi, they’re Mesopotamian |
What I view on the news is making me shiver |
Cause I look at the victims and see the same face in the mirror |
This system of division makes it harder for you and me |
Peace is a question, the only answer is unity |
So many dreams about this place that I’ve never seen |
The place my family had to leave in the 70's |
Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying |
Where is our freedom? |
It rains white phosphorus in Fallujah |
This is for those that won’t live to see the future |
Sorry that I wasn’t there, Sorry that I couldn’t help |
I’m sorry for every tear, Sorry you’ve been put through hell |
Still I feel like an immigrant, Englishman amongst Arabs and an Arab amongst |
Englishmen |
Like I said they never gave me the culture |
But they did give me Kubbat Halab, Hakaka and Dolma |
Ana isme Kareem |
Wa ohmre thalatha wa-'ishrun |
Umi min Baghdad, wa abuya min Dover |
And that’s the combination that I carry on my shoulders |
Still I rep, till my death, till they kill and steal my flesh |
From now all the way back to Gilgamesh |
Such a villianized and criticized nation |
You will always be the cradle of civilization |
Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying |
Where is our freedom? |
In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me |
In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me |
In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me |
I can still feel you calling me |
I can still feel you calling me |