Mashrou' Leila's video: Mashrou Leila Kalaam Live at AUB Assembly Hall -

Download on iTunes: http://apple.co/2gNjp9c Listen to on Apple Music: http://apple.co/2vnE1rQ Subscribe to Mashrou' Leila Official Channel : https://goo.gl/0Bm60G Kalaam by Mashrou' Leila performed, recorded and filmed live at the Assembly Hall in the American University of Beirut for the AUB150th Anniversary Documentary Film. Choir arranged and Conducted by Paul Tyan Recorded by Wissam Jarrah Pro Tools Operator and System: Mohamad Khatam Audio Assistant: Fadi Awad A Sisu Beirut Production Director: Toni Öyry Producer: François Monayer Director Of Photography: Damoun Ghaoui Camera Operators: David Hanna Camille Cabbabé Lighting: Platform Studios Gaffer: Elie Merhi Camera Assistant: Joseph Anti Assistant Director: George Barbari Production Assistants: Mounia Abou Rahal Dikranouhi Kurkjian François Bresse Melissa Abdallah Editor: Roy Jamhouri Color: Lila Post Colorist: Khalil Abourrousse AUB Office of Communication: Randa Zaiter AUB Project Coordinator: Eliane Saadeh Supporting Vocalists: Eliane Saadeh Members of the Arabic Ensemble of the Zaki Nassif Program for Music: Hashem Abdul Kader Rami Abi Jomaa Omar Abi Farraj Youssef Achkar Dina Abi Farraj Wissam Zien Ldeen Rami Saleh Members of the AUB Choir and Choral Society: Marie Abou Khaled Cynthia Khalil Catherine Otayek كلام (s/he ) إذا لمستِك بحلاوة رقصِك قربي عليّ شوي، في جحيم تحت جلدي وانت إيديك باردين. والجهلانين ملتحين بأوراق التّين ومُقْمَحين وحواجبهم مَرفوعين. كتبوا حدود البلد (عجسدي وجسدَك) والجلد بيكشّد الكلام كلمتي عكلمتِك (كجسدي عجسدَك) والجلد بيحرِّك الكلام حاسسني حاسّة اللي إنت حاسس فيه وين العيب حسّي اللي إنتِ حاسّة فيه وبدُوق الوِسكي والأغلاط عـشفافِك، ما بتتعطّل لغة الكلام. الحروف بتلفّنا لمّا وشوِش كل أسراري بتِمْنا وإنتَ بترجع لأيقوناتَك، وأنا للفراغ. كتبوا حدود البلد (عجسدي وجسدَك) والجلد بيكشّد الكلام كلمتي عكلمتِك (كجسدي عجسدَك) والجلد بيحرِّك الكلام حاسسني حاسّة اللي إنت حاسس فيه وين العيب حسّي اللي إنتِ حاسّة فيه جسدَك/دِك عم بيحرِّك لغتَك/تِك عم بتفرِّق جسدَك/دِك عم بيفرِّق لغتَك/تِك عم بتحرِّك KALAM (S/HE) If you touch the way you dance, come dance a little closer. A hell burns beneath my skin, and your hands feel cold. The ignorant weave fig leaves into their beards, With eyes shut though open, and eyebrows raised. They wrote the country’s borders (upon my body ; upon your body) In flesh-ligatured- words My word upon your word (as my body upon your body) Flesh-conjugated-words. You feel me feeling what you feel So why all the shame? just feel what you feel. I taste mistakes and whiskey on your lips And yet the language of words persists Its letters cloak us as i whisper all my secrets into our mouth Then you return to your idols, and i return to the void. They wrote the country’s borders (upon my body ; upon your body) In flesh-ligatured- words My word upon your word (as my body upon your body) Flesh-conjugated-words. You feel me feeling what you feel So why all the shame? just feel what you feel. Your body conjugates Your language separates Your body separates Your language conjugates