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Bixi Blake - Asker (English Translation) Lyrics[Intro: Ali al-Abbar]
We’re presenting special Libyan music, but Libyan music in a modern way
Actually, when you deliver a message to any generation, a young generation
You have to deliver it in a way they like, to satisfy and deliver your message clearly
[Verse 1: Bixi Blake]
My real name is Emin Arslan, November 12, 1990 (G)
Life is hard without a father; '96 was his death
That’s why I couldn’t see my path for thirteen years and grew up
Eşrefpaşa, live it, Eşrefpaşa
They strap automatics, don’t care about age
7.62, 5.65
Every corner thеre is cold; every cornеr hides an addict
Libya, 2011, February 17 (Ah)
America sent its dogs (Wouh)
Bix opened his subbass beats
And killed the Middle Eastern leader
So, one year was hot (Ah), two years of cold war (Uh)
I said, "Okay, it’s ending slowly"
But I got drafted, sighed hard
It seemed I was heading to Dağlıca (Ay)
“Yüksekova,” they said, “Hakkâri”
I said, “Beyond Hakkâri, there’s nowhere else” (None)
This much is a bit too much
I just hope it ends before someone shoots me in the head
Come on, the helicopter picks you up from Van
Drops you in the mountains, then says, “Go home” (Go back)
“Commander, send me home,”
If I’d said that, my brothers would’ve said, “Okay”
[Bridge: Bixi Blake]
But I didn’t say it (Ay); I tried it in the mountains (Ay)
Oramar, Gevana Kurki, let’s go to Cilo (Pull, release)
Artillery commando (Ah), where’s the remote? (Ah)
Change the channel; let’s go home now (Turn)
Izmir, Tripoli, Istanbul
Whatever you’re searching for, hit the gas, find it faster (Speed up)
Izmir, Tripoli, Istanbul
Whatever you’re searching for, hit the gas, find it faster (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
[Chorus: Bixi Blake]
(Ah) Return home in one piece, soldier (Soldier)
There are a few who love you, waiting for you (Waiting)
Return home in one piece, soldier (Wouh, wouh, wouh)
Pull the bolt, release (Soldier)
(Ah) Return home in one piece, soldier
There are a few who love you, waiting for you (Waiting)
Return home in one piece, soldier
Pull the bolt, release
[Verse 2: Bixi Blake]
A new game, a new order
Erased all that hurt me in the past
My path was bloody behind me (Ah), full of questions (Ah)
Bix, don’t be afraid and choose the hard way again (Ay)
My nose was broken, my hand burned
I carved the place of my birth into my chest (Wouh)
The matter is deep; believe me, it’s deep
Don’t stay underneath it, kid, you’ll be crushed
Bixi (Ha), throw away what’s left in your hands
Even if you don’t throw, life will take it back
Bixi (G), do what you set your mind to
Or stay silent; people will think you’re crazy
Bixi (Ay), burn the ships; there’s no turning back
This swamp will fall on you
Bixi (Wouh), the world will look at you
Even if you die, the world will mourn you (Ay)
My forehead’s sweat isn’t drying (Ha)
My childhood days aren’t coming back (Ha)
A little action won’t kill me
I’ve been used to this mess since Libya (Wouh)
Have you seen? I never stayed in my place
When the ocean receded, I swam deeper
I lived it all because it was written in my destiny
The price of the past is signed on my skin (On my skin)
[Bridge: Bixi Blake]
This isn’t a quote; it’s a true story (True story)
God gives, God takes; I don’t complain (Don’t complain)
Hold my hand, my angel, hold my hand, I’ll come (I’ll come, I’ll come)
Hear my voice; let me return home safely, hear my voice (Hear my voice)
[Chorus: Bixi Blake]
Return home in one piece, soldier (Soldier)
There are a few who love you, waiting for you (Waiting)
Return home in one piece, soldier
Pull the bolt, release
(Ah) Return home in one piece, soldier
There are a few who love you, waiting for you (Waiting)
Return home in one piece, soldier
Pull the bolt, release
[Outro: Leila Fadel]
It’s music, he says, that will lure young people, rather than lectures about gun control and violence
A young, tattooed composer sits in the offices downstairs putting together tracks
And he’s working on a new song that uses gangster rap to rap against what he sees as the gangster behavior of Libya’s militias
He and the young composer Pixie, got together after the revolution
Pixie had worked with international hiphop stars in Turkey, where he grew up
Now he’s home, hoping to make a mark in his own nation