Research Project- يما مويل الهوا

يما مويل الهوا يما مويليا

Oh Mother the sad song …oh mother is my song

(It is a preface usually said to express how much pain the speaker has)

ضرب الخناجر ولا حكم النذل فيا

Hitting by daggers but not being ruled by rascal

ومشيت تحت الشتا والشتا رواني

And I walked under the rain ,and the rain wets me

والصيف لما أتى ولع من نيراني

And when the summer had come , he was burned by my fires

بيضل عمري انفدى ندر للحرية

My life will stay ransom and vow for the freedom

يما مويل الهوا يما مويليا

Oh Mother the sad song …oh mother is my song

يا ليل صاح الندى يشهد على جراحي

Oh night.. the dew hollers and witness on my wounds

وانسل جيش العدا من كل النواحي

And the enemy army attacked from all directions

والليل شاف الردى عم يتعلم بيا

And the night was witness on what the death had done to me

يما مويل الهوا يما مويليا

Oh Mother the sad song …oh mother is my song

بارودة الجبل أعلى من العالي

The mountain rifle is best of the best

مفتح درب الأمل والأمل برجالي

Key of the hope path and the hope depends on the men

يا شعبنا يا بطل أفديك بعينيا

Oh our people oh heroes … my eyes are ransom for you

يما مويل الهوا يما مويليا

Oh Mother the sad song …oh mother is my song

(special thanks to the person who translated this for me)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmq-AO1306A&feature=related

There is a Happy Land

There is a happy land down in duke street jail,

Where all the prisoners stand hangin fae a nail,

Ham and eggs you never see,

Dirty water for your tea.

There you live and there you dee,

God save the Queen.

Then the corporation came wae a great new plan,

build multi-storey flats on the happy land,

Now there's rows a hooses there,

Mind you step gon up the stair,

Ghosts'll come and pull your hair,

God save the Queen.

Why Orthodox Jews May Have the Hottest Sex Lives, 2011

Secular Israeli man in his late 20s, reciting from a text by an American Orthodox Jewish woman.
Made in Jerusalem.

My Father is a Certain Kind of Man, December 2010 (Israel)

My father is a certain kind of man.

A few years ago we were in Greece together. He sat on a bench with another man. And they understood each other.

Their Language was their cigarettes,

Their ears grown large with age,

Their noses red from good times and bad times,

What a life we’ve had

Their hands ingrained with dirt from long ago

My father’s a certain kind of man.

And I sometimes wish I was too

(accompanying music: Mrs McGrath: The Sergeant Said)

work term 1 year 2

Everything You Always Wanted to Know, But Were Afraid to Ask

'dreaming of systems so perfect'

(music: 'Looking Like Rain' by The Just Joans)

WORK (term 3)

in frame: 'myths prime function is to make the cultural natural'

09/04/09

14/05/09