Shwaya shwaya...
salam salam...
Shwaya shwaya...
qalbi yisma‘...
We started on opposite sides of the fire.
Different names.
Different rules.
Same night above us.
I saw your face across the light,
you saw the questions in my eyes.
I had my stories, you had yours,
two quiet worlds with guarded doors.
You moved your hands a different way,
I didn’t know the words you’d say.
But something in the drum was clear:
we don’t have to disappear.
I don’t need you to be me,
I won’t ask you to change your name.
Maybe peace begins like this:
two strangers sharing the same flame.
Shwaya shwaya...
nifham ba‘d...
Ana hena...
inta hena...
From far to friend,
step by step, we begin again.
Hand to hand,
we don’t break, we understand.
Habibi, salam,
let the walls fall down.
Shwaya shwaya,
we can turn this round.
From far to friend,
not the same, but side by side.
From far to friend,
same fire, different light.
You keep your prayers, I’ll keep my songs,
we both know where our hearts belong.
No need to win, no need to prove,
just leave a little room to move.
Your mother taught you one good way,
my father gave me different clay.
But when the rhythm finds our feet,
the distance falls into the beat.
I won’t make a wall of fear,
you won’t make a cage of pride.
If I listen when you speak,
maybe you can walk beside.
Qalbi yisma‘...
qalbak yishouf...
Ma fi khof...
salam salam...
From far to friend,
step by step, we begin again.
Hand to hand,
we don’t break, we understand.
Habibi, salam,
let the walls fall down.
Shwaya shwaya,
we can turn this round.
From far to friend,
not the same, but side by side.
From far to friend,
same fire, different light.
I don’t need your silence.
I don’t need your surrender.
I only need a place
where your truth can stand near mine.
You don’t have to cross the line all at once.
Just one step.
Then another.
Shwaya shwaya...
qalb ma‘a qalb...
salam salam...
From far to friend,
step by step, we begin again.
Hand to hand,
we don’t break, we understand.
Habibi, salam,
let the walls fall down.
Shwaya shwaya,
we can turn this round.
From far to friend,
not the same, but side by side.
From far to friend,
same fire, different light.
Shwaya shwaya...
from far to friend...
Salam salam...
from far to friend...
Same fire... different light.
