[Verse 1] I came from the stone roads With dust on my sleeve My name in the valley Stood taller than grief
The old men remember The way I would stand Palm on my heart Sword-shadow in hand
[Pre-Chorus] Hear that drum, hear that sound The mountain wakes me now I do not bend for the wind I was born to rise up loud
[Chorus] Sanaa drum call Raise me high Sanaa drum call Burn the sky I am the son Of the proud old hill Sanaa drum call I stand still
[Verse 2] My mother tied blessings In a thread on my wrist My father said, “Hold it Like a promise in mist”
I crossed through the rough ground With my eyes held straight No fear in my mouth now No shame in my weight
[Pre-Chorus] Hear that drum, hear that sound The mountain wakes me now I do not bend for the wind I was born to rise up loud
[Chorus] Sanaa drum call Raise me high Sanaa drum call Burn the sky I am the son Of the proud old hill Sanaa drum call I stand still
[Bridge] Let the hills answer Let the stones repeat My blood is a banner My heart is complete
[Final Chorus] Sanaa drum call Raise me high Sanaa drum call Burn the sky I am the son Of the proud old hill Sanaa drum call I stand still
Sanaa drum call From root to crest Sanaa drum call I wear my best No bow, no fall No broken chain Sanaa drum call Call my name
Style of Music
Yemeni folk with a strong tribal rhythm in a driving mid-tempo pulse; verse rides oud plucks and hand percussion, pre-chorus tightens with claps and a rising chant, chorus opens into stacked male gang vocals and heroic call phrases. Deep lead vocal, bold doubles on key lines, short delay throws on the hook, frame drum fills, darbuka rolls, and a final lift with crowd chants. Dry, earthy, front-row mix with a wide ceremonial punch., vocal, deep, poetic, folk, strong