Yuma - Noa, Solis String Quartet

yuma weh abba

weh masechakoom tebeeuni

yuma weh abba

weh masechakoom tebeeuni

bee-ul bagar wal ranam

wal mah lifdeeni

bee-ul bagar wal ranam

wal mah lifdeeni

yuma weh abba, willaw jakum matar philleyl

yuma weh abba, willaw jakum matar philleyl,

lah tichsabuu hin hoo matar, il damat eyni sel

lah tichsabuu hin hoo matar, il damat eyni sel

yuma weh abba willaw jakum re-ood philleyl

yuma weh abba willaw jakum re-ood philleyl

lah tichsabu hin hoo re-ood, il dagat galbi sel

lah tichsabu hin hoo re-ood, il dagat galbi sel

yuma…

Translation:

Oh father, mother

Don’t make me marry him for money

I love another

Whose eyes are kind and lips are honey

The cattle grazing fields are free

So why enbondage me

Your cows and oxen can be sold

Do not enslave my soul

Oh father, mother

Your nights are stormed

With rain and thunder

Oh father, mother

Your nights are stormed

With rain and thunder

The water gushing from the sky

Is teardrops from my eyes

The thunder tearing skies apart

The Beating of my heart