Sanaa Drum Call
v4
@فارس الحداد
Sanaa Drum Call
v4
@فارس الحداد
Songteksten
[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
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
Stijl van muziek
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
