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We sacrifice blood and soul
for you, ghiwane!

We sacrifice blood and soul
for you, ghiwane!

Nass El ghiwane!

Larb/ batma, abderrahman paco,

al/a/ yaa/a, and Omar sayed are

nass El ghiwane.

Trances

Brothers,
when shall our days brighten?

Brothers,
when shall our days brighten?

Omar sayed

brothers,
when shall our days brighten?

Let's ask that the clouds
clear on the arabs

let's ask that the clouds
clear on the arabs

you, who listen to my words,
share my certainties

you, who listen to my words,
share my certainties

death has danced on the arab
wh/le tyrants multiply

death has danced on the arab
wh/le tyrants multiply

my friend, only you
can understand my words

my friend, only you
can understand my words

and make the truth shine

brothers,
when shall our days br/ghten?

Larbi batma

You endure life
and its misfortunes

so much pain
on the altar of truth

the ink bottle
has nothing to hide from the pen

our kids w/ll d/g the truth out
with their bare hands

in the land of arabs
the sound of owl cries

in the land of arabs
the sound of owl cries

you endure life
and its misfortunes

so much pain
on the altar of truth

the ink bottle
has nothing to hide from the pen

our kids w/ll drg the truth out
with their bare hands

abderrah man paco

who can deny us peace?

Yes, yes

I/I/rll love illuminate us some day?

Yes, yes

who thought ID surrender

exhausted by a hopeless struggle?

Who can deny us peace?

Wrll love illuminate us some day?

Allal yaala

who thought ID surrender?

Brothers, in my open heart

arabs, let's seek all of our freedoms

plant trees so freedom may bloom

we are lost, we are lost

arabs, we are lost

Ai ghiwane!

Where are the dear ones
who used to gather around you?

Sin/ya, my beloved tea tray

How easy it is to lo ve you people

dear friend, how can / forget you?

How can / soothe my pain?

To the union of tea and Amber

worm wood and mint are in vited

My glass stands alone,
sad and orphaned

it makes me cry

Why is he so lonely and rejected?

Why is my glass despised?
It makes me feel outcast

because it stands alone in tears

marked by fate

sin/ya, my beloved tea tray

Then he threw that to him.

Not bad, is she?

You're a bunch of idiots.
You got nothing better to do?

Who do you think you are
inthosejeans?

If you don't see me again,
pray for me

Idnss!

Hello, Omar called you,

and jeblia wants you
to drop by at 1:00.

Bouchta expects you at 5:00,
or you can go to jemmi.

Jemmi is back? Okay, bye.

She is graceful and slim
lrke a palm tree

Praise the prophet!

Nass El ghiwane
are giving another concert

at the exh/bition center in Tunis
on a later date.

The band wrll also tour
throughout the country.

What/ want to tell you guys is that

today there's no difference
between creation and research.

We may fallback
on some old piece of music.

Come on, we 're not machines.

It comes out or it doesn't.

Yes, it may come all of a sudden.

It's a matter of inspiration.

Today they force you to do anything.

- No, you have to do research.
- First of all, you need a good story.

Once my mother told me
about this song

by a father and his daughter
during the great famine.

We weren't born yet,

and neither was the author
of the famous “goulou a hmida”.

The father and daughter
were begging with this song.

Listen to me, good people
the rich man has died

listen to me, good people
the rich man has died

The wise and the rgnorant
hurried to his magnificent funeral

listen, the y've forgotten the life
coated in silver and gold

Did you get it?

Yes.

While the little girl was singing,
her father repeated after her.

Then there's another song,
“the stormy winds.”

Have you heard about it, allal?

Listen to the stormy wrnds

and to these unhappy souls

who suffer fore ver

who suffer fore ver

- don't you like it?
- No, that's not it.

First of all,
let's consider the lyrics.

Listen to my feedback first.

In my opinion,
when you say, for example,

“the tyrant sleeps”...

It's the tyrant's eye that sleeps,

since he's unworried,

while his victim's heart
remains awake.

His victim's heart remains awake
oppressed by his burden.

What bothers me
is that your tyrant sleeps.

- He shouldn't be able to.
- Stop kidding.

You can't be serious for a second.

If you want to joke, it's fine with me,
and we will rehearse later.

We owe our musical background to allal.

He knows the different
arabic musical scales,

whether it is the rast
or ba yati scale

or the do, re or sol note.

We learned the scales
we can sing comfortably

he can read music.

It's allal, open up.

Now we'll study the rast scale.

Ascending is mi and si in quarter tone

and they turn flat when descending.

Let's practice with the instrument.

One, two...

This is low —
Mi quarter tone and si quarter tone.

Come on, abderrahman.

Do you remember, allal, when we
came to visit you with boujemaa...

May god rest his soul —
To record the song “siniya”?

We hired some bendir drums
to record “siniya” the next day.

How long did we rehearse?
— half an hour, I think.

I had been rehearsing at the studio
for half an hour.

I asked the director for a chair
so I could play comfortably.

He thought I wanted to interfere
with his direction.

He told us,

“instead of 'siniya, '
why don't you sing a love song?”

I replied
that there is plenty of love in “siniya.”

Isn't it true love
that gathers folks around the tea tray?

“I'm longing for my folks.
I'm missing those brave people?

And all my neighbors, where are they?”
isn't this love?

Yes, but if you really think about it,
at that time we weren't recognized.

We didn't have any recognition.

May god bless boujemaa's soul.

“My brother died yesterday.”

“My brother died yesterday.”

This song is dedicated to the memory
of our brother, boujemaa.

Allah is great!

Thank you.

Go back to taourira
that you know so well

and admire the nymph in rrngs
adorned with henna

her strarght and smooth fringe

her burnrng black eyes
with srlky e yelashes

her Pearl-like teeth

her lively tapering legs

lord, bless her beauty

boujemaa hgour
deceased October 26th, 1974

lord oh, the saints

Moulay abdelaziz tahiri

“My brother died yesterday,
and I got the news today?

I've urged you, give a fatal blow,

give a fatal blow to the viper's head.

My brother died yesterday,
and I got the news today?

He died forgotten,
far from his roots and his people.”

Twixt winds and threatening clouds

la/one have to go on

I say, ne ver will oblivion
darken my heart

it's hard for me to forget him

Go on, play, allal.

We need our own sound system.

Okay, no problem.

And regarding the change?

Thanks, we'll get back to you
if anything new comes up.

Perfect, brother.

Bye, god bless you, raja.

Good-bye.

What do you want to know?

Do you want to hear about my life,

how I started?

First of all,

those who were born
in '45, '46, '47, '48,

the generation
born in the late '40s and early '50s,

were totally focused on eastern music.

Mohammed abdel wahab,
farid ai—atrash, asmahan,

fairuz, Leila mourad, abdel halim,

and the late umm kulthum.

They were really hooked
on eastern music.

I was too.

So much so, that one day

I turned up at the radio station
in Casablanca

to sing this type of music.

But it was a mistake.

And guess who...

I got out of it, thanks to boujemaa.

He said, “you want to sing
in this radio station?

Do you want to be in the choir
for the next 20 years?

They will never make it,
but you can.

Do some theater.

Come and meet tayeb saddiki.

He's the director
of a popular theater company.

They do the 'bssat, ' folk theater,
accompanied by popular ballads.”

Then he said,

“as a Moroccan, you should start looking
for your own roots.

To begin with,
you should sing popular poetry,

then move onto something else.”

It says in the “ai khalkhal” epic:

In your exile

and your wanderings

wounded like me

you can't help chantrng beauty

even when yours has long faded

listen to me carefully

listen, this is my story

do you remember
the first time at the theater?

You were waiting for me
with boujemaa.

- Yes, it was back in 1967.
- Do you remember boujemaa?

He gave me lots of support.

I was young and shy at the time.

You brought a bendir drum.

Yes, I did.

You kept it hidden.

It was funny.

My mother wrapped it up in a cloth.

It was a sheepskin,
not a goatskin, bendir drum.

- Yes, it was sheepskin.
- It cooled down quickly.

It wasn't goatskin.

It was sheepskin
which cools down faster.

At the time, I didn't realize
that the theater was full of bendir drums.

There were more than 30 of them.

- Are these chikhat-dancers?
- Mahmud got here early.

La/la is lookrng so nice

In my opinion,

nass El ghiwane isn't a pop group
in the classical sense,

but more of a theater group that sings.

They're sort of troubadours.

Even here, for example,
in the atlas mountains...

Tayeb saddiki theater director

in the atlas mountains,
we have three or four poets

who travel from souk to souk,
from village to village,

singing stories from a political,
economic or sociological viewpoint

that deeply interests people.

This is nass El ghiwane's
secret of success.

Nass El ghiwane were the first,
and they still are.

Moroccans recognize
themselves in the group.

They see their problems
reflected in their songs,

their daily life
and all their issues.

Give it to my mom
here you go mom

the bread of seghina,
I tasted it and ate it

the brooch, the rings
and the 700 ryals

are trimmings for my mother

her goodness has no equal

I wrll ne ver eat stale bread again

lrefuse it

h/rma's daughter brought it

it's hers she can take it back

here, mommy take it, mommy

Prayers and greetings
for our prophet Muhammad

may god help all who came here
and make everyone's wish true.

The askers if they asked

the faithful if they prayed

may Allah praise
the prophet Mohammed

may Allah praise
the prophet Mohammed

Brother, this is my plea

lf/ go, if / Lea ve you

free me from slavery,
free me from your rites

free me from slavery

I challenge death down here

oh, brother arab

Oh, my days

oh, my days

what do / want from this world?

No peace, no calm,
just chaos and move on

my heart
pushes away life from within

when hate and slander rergn

when hate and slander rergn

“The credulous add to my suffering.

Black or white, aren't they the same?

Why does the net
hold the sieve in contempt?”

Brother, this is my plea

brother, this is my plea

lf/ go, if / Lea ve you

brother, this is my plea

lf/ go, if / Lea ve you

free me from slavery,
free me from your rites

free me from slavery,
free me from your rites

Oh, nrght

oh, father, oh, Saint Mira

oh, prophet

there is no other god but Allah

hey, m y people hey, m y people

praise god

praise our god

Oh, prophet Mohammed

oh, prophet Mohammed

Prayers and greetings
for our prophet

prayers and greetings
for our prophet

“Has justice sworn
to erase all its traces?

Wiped out by evil spells,

it's no longer within our horizon.

An intrigue of good and evil,
masters and slaves.

It is our fault that we have
no unified language or rhythm.

We accumulate weaknesses

and a plethora of beliefs.

Isn't a man a mirror for another man?”

Lord, guide our steps

yes, lord, guide our steps
lsa y, 'enough, please”

this world has waited too long
for the incentive

to undergo new changes

this world has waited too long
for the incentive

to undergo new changes

Inebriate us, intoxicate us,
with the fury of your sea

lnebriate us, intoxicate us,
with the fury of your sea

oh, friend,
face the winds of your destiny

ls hunger a damnation
rn this world?

Why do the children's corpses
lie forgotten?

Inebriate us, intoxicate us,
on top of that hrgh mountain

lnebriate us, intoxicate us,
with the fury of your sea

This world gives in to greed

this world gives in to greed

Life is materialistic

Life is materialistic

Death separates us, oh brother

death separates us, oh brother

there is only one god

There is only one god

help us, lord

a'isha-h'mad, where are you?

Berber a'isha—h'mad.

Listen, Omar...

I am praying for you
and giving you my blessings.

Thank you.

May your father's soul rest in peace.

Thank you and bless you.

A'isha-h'mad is 115 years old,

and she walked all the way here.

It's incredible.

I want to confess something,

but I'm sure
you won't believe me.

Go ahead.

You'll never believe me,

but I must tell you.

I've been having this apparition,
the same girl,

even in my dreams.

One day,
she was near a fountain,

another day at the bus stop.

So what?

- Omar, you're never serious.
- It's for his own good.

He's going crazy.

Maybe I've been driven crazy,

but this is the truth.

This girl by the fountain...

She looked at me and sneered.

You know what? Go for a stroll.

Please, just take a walk.

I'm wasting my time on you!

I swear, one time, this guy,

I saw him at his house
reading a book,

a huge book.

He was reading the same passage
a thousand times

and another one backwards 150 times.

He put spices in a fire pit.

Then he put herbs in a censer

which caused an explosion.

He invented a magic firework.

In the name of god, lbegin

to re veal the secrets
hidden in my soul.

I praise the prophet.

I utter your sublime name.
Lask you in your sublime name.

Help me, save me
and show me your secrets.

This girl is always on my mind.

When I read these verses,

I saw her in front of me.

Wherever I go,
she's always there.

Iha ve no more hope
lha ve decided to leave

lha ve no more hope
lha ve decided to leave

stop crying, eyes of mine

enough suffering for the moment

stop crying, eyes of mine

enough suffering for the moment

trme has cheated me,
left me in the lurch

trme has cheated me,
left me in the lurch

you who question me,
don't ask the impossible

my story is on my forehead

no desire tempts me

except breaking off and fading away

I have a trade, I'm an artisan,

but I have a special bond with singing.

I would never give up music.

I can do theater or whatever,
but I can't give up singing.

Singing is in my blood.

It's something that can't be erased.

That's a strange question you ask.

If we weren't allowed to sing,
what would we do?

First of all,
I'd challenge whoever forbade me,

but let's imagine the worst.

I can still do many things...

A person can do many things...

Even if! Lose a hand or a foot.

If a person has been an actor,
he can go back to the stage.

One could write poetry or novels.

There are so many kinds of art.

As I was saying earlier,

I don't want to play the drums
till I'm over 50,

nor Omar the bendir
when he's 60.

There are new experiences.

Art is so wide-ranging.

A good question, for sure.

I was asked one day,

“if nass El ghiwane didn't exist,

where would you be?”

There are other artists.

Some say,
“they would have been doctors,

or just wasting their time,

bundling chili peppers in some dump.”

- God bless.
- — “In sidi bouknadel.”

Now seriously,

I really think I am attracted to theater.

I prefer acting to singing.

“Only the loss of men torments me.

Peburlding walls is small consolation...

To the tragedy of chrldren
dyrng of hunger.

The loss of men torments me.

Burned fields can bloom again
with our chrldren's laughter.

Only the loss of men torments me.

Rebuilding walls is small consolation.”

The loss of men torments me

the loss of men torments me

peburlding walls is small consolation

peburlding walls is small consolation

Few people know the truth
about a'isha kandisha.

Everyone thinks
she's a sorceress, a genie.

In fact, she was the first woman
ever to be a rebel.

She was so beautiful
that men surrendered.

They could not control themselves.

They went crazy for her.

She lived at jorf lasfar,
near El jadida.

When the Portuguese invaded us,

her village was the first target
of their massacre.

Discovering the scene,
she had a big emotional shock.

“Lost souls, in the veneration
of your own longings,

you ignore your chained dead.

The moss complains to the rocks
of the violence of the waves.

The storm bursts
with no thunder or lightning.

A land of motionless stones,
white—hot and immobile winds.

No one worries about those
who are crushed by the spur.

No healing miracle.

10 and 10
makes this century the 20th.

We still feed ourselves
like flies on carrion.

We all look alike.

Even though the apple
differs from the pomegranate.”

She met a soldier...

Who went by the name of McDonald,

but was also known as “sidi majdoul. ”

He raped her and she killed him.

She decided to avenge herself ..

On all Portuguese soldiers by appearing
to them and drivrng them mad

accordrng to the legend, she would
bewitch them to the point of madness.

Then she would deal
the fatal blow to her victims.

The Portuguese got on her trail,

searchrng all 0 ver for her.

At that trme, there was a caravan guide
called sidi Ahmed El mesnaoui.

He was a rich, important man.

He lived near El jadida.

She went to see him.

She hid in his caravan,

and would only tra ve/ out at nrght.

When the rich Cara Van's men saw her
they were dazzled by her beauty

they fought each other
and perished one by one.

El mesnaoui died in the skirmish.

She was given shelter...

By a certain sidi rahal

he was a wise holy man,
who lived near ouarzazate.

She went to sidi rahal

and told hrm her story.

Troops were rallied
b y Alisha kandisha

and they launched an offensive
against the Portuguese,

armed with rifles and pitchforks.

Alisha was krlled in the battle.

No one knows where she's buried.

That's the gist
of a'isha kandisha's story.

Welcome, welcome

welcome, welcome

welcome,
white birds of peace and love

I submit myself to you
with honor

In purity and fraternity

welcome,
in the way of brotherhood

lord, you're welcome

- Life is made of yearnings
- this life is greed

- where does life lead us, brothers?
- This life is greed

your fate wounds me

and your destiny distresses me

your fate wounds me

and your destiny distresses me

Welcome,
white birds of peace and love

I submit myself to you
with honor

In purity and fraternity

welcome,
in the way of brotherhood

lord, you're welcome

Tell the scandalmonger,
tell the man of e vrl tongue

that he betrays our virtue

tell hrm that the camel
ne ver belie ved it had a hump

but always sees his brother's

tell hrm that the camel
ne ver belie ved it had a hump

the truth cannot silence lies
those that are richly adorned

trance, trance
hey, people of the trance

he betrays our virtue

tell hrm that the camel
ne ver belie ved it had a hump

but always sees his brother's

tell hrm that the camel
ne ver belie ved it had a hump

the truth cannot silence lies
those that are richly adorned

here, at last,
comes the time of ecstasy, of trances

those who refuse to their senses
the gift of trances shall wither

If, if...

If, you know...

If I didn't trust you, Omar,
but I always do...

Let me speak.

Listen to what I'm saying.

If I didn't trust you, Omar,

I would have met with that fellow
and asked him to show me the contract.

I would have made a scene
and asked him to show me the contract.

But I trust you. I know that you
wouldn't do anything like this.

Let's hire a lawyer to protect us.

We can sue this man...

Listen, Omar!

Piracy isn't just our problem.

It affects fatna bent I'houcine,
qachbal and zeroual, hadda ouakki,

even big stars from New York,

Russia, China and India.

It's a common problem if you don't
have a grasp of legal technicalities.

You need to be a lawyer
to understand all the loopholes in a deal.

I'm just an artist.
Do I have to be a lawyer as well?

If I'd gone to university,
I wouldn't be helpless now.

- It's true.
- Right?

We have to solve all the problems
amongst ourselves.

Actually, even though we're
folk musicians who sing about peace,

we have to hire a lawyer
to protect our interests.

Being pacifist is one thing,

yielding is another.

This guy told us a pack of lies.

“You'll appear in a film
with horses over your heads.”

No one laughed,
and we did tour with him.

Why? Because we couldn't agree
among ourselves.

Some agreed,
while others kept changing their minds.

I've got an idea.
Let's do three concerts

and a charity show
for handicapped children.

What about it?

When we do a tour...

A charity concert...

We should do the following: For every
six paid shows we give a charity one.

Shall we do this? — why not?

This is a nass e/ ghiwane song

what do / want from this world?

No peace, no calm,
just chaos and move on

al gnawi baba mimoun

al gnawr, al gnawi

gna wa songs about their leader

come on, get moving!

Get out of here!

Every nrght around 70:00,

he'd throw away a huge tub
of greasy, stinking water.

It really was foul,

as if 30 skunks
had just passed by.

It was unbearable,

it absolutely reeked.

That's what affected my eyesight.

I finally got used to the stench
and started giving him a hand.

- You started working with him.
- That's why I now have eye problems.

Give me that box, the little one.

That small one.
Give me that one there.

- How much for that?
- Sixty francs for you.

It's carved from a thuja stump.

Sure, but it's not silver.

It's genuine thuja.

Stop trying to trick me.

Bring us some tea.

Is that the “hamdouchi” rhythm?

It starts with, “one god.”

“There is only one god”...

We have the same rhythm here,
in essaouira.

First of all,
give a tip to the gentleman.

I know the “iassaoui” rhythm too.

Give him something first.

Play the “hamdouchi” again.

We are now working
on a song based on that rhythm

and sometimes we incorporate
these scales into our work.

Play it again.

Let's use the flute and try
“when the days call me.”

Try to play it on the sol note.

Try again.

- It's got to be higher.
- It doesn't sound good.

You've got to play higher.

Get the bass, abderrahman.

When the days call me

oh, my days,
problems are increasing

stricken by anguish

When the rain beats trme
lrke my tears do

I carve my words
and passions in stones

and wander through
the maze of m y songs

When the days call me

oh, my days,
problems are increasing

stricken by anguish

I started playing music, studying it,
the rhythm and scales.

I love what I do.

If it all goes up in smoke,

I'll turn to something else.

If I'm in need.

Yes, he is right.

What do you want to do
besides music?

We can't limit ourselves.

The important thing is to love
what you do.

If a road sweeper
is happy cleaning up garbage,

he won't like being forced
into managing a car company.

It's not certain
that he'd be happier.

You can't predict the future,
especially for an artist.

Yes, it can have highs
and it can have lows.

You might have faith in your work,

when it actually isn't worth much.

I believe in our path.

You're a film director yourself,

but if they stop you
from making films,

you'd find yourself another job.

We've all had otherjobs too.

I was a fisherman,
Omar picked oranges.

But it wasn't our choice.

If I took aside El maanouni
and threatened him:

“No more films,

you've got to work in a factory,”

and then forced him into it,

he'd only be doing it out of fear.

Take hold of me, take me away

Take hold of me, take me away

A blacksmith pounds my heart
with hard blows

if it cools off he adds fire to it

my blood drains out in the din

I am dealt b/o w after b/o w

My betrayed blood,
the ground wrll never forget you

the beasts in the forest fear you

you wrll never sink rnto oblivion

in this land that remembers
the ground wrll never forget you

my betrayed blood,
the ground wrll never forget you

the beasts in the forest fear you

and the snakes in the desert

and the snakes in the desert

I wrll ne ver give up
on this betrayed blood

nor on the rrghts of the weak

I was stabbed in the back

can one die more than once?

Take hold of me, take me away

Why am / sacrificed in silence?

What is happening to me?

Wrll my boat
e ver reach the riverbank?

Who darkened your transparency

you who stood erect?

Father, who is Satan
and who is the ogre?

When wrll these stories end?

Hey, baba hamouda

Here is my oppressed sister

my oppressed brother
my deserted home

brothers in trances,
when wrll fieedom come?

They threw me
out of m y land and country

may peace rergn

May my star shine

may peace rergn

may lo ve live may peace rergn

may good guide us

may peace rergn

love will not die
peace will not die

ma y justice drive us

may boujemaa walk by our sides

may peace rergn fore ver