“Aah…aah” Album
On this album, Yolla collaborated with many musicians like Marcel, Rami and Bachar Khalife as well as Peter Herbert, “Koehne Quartet (From Austria), Rihab El Helou (Lebanon) and Rania Awada (Franco Lebanese musician).
The album includes many poetry texts about: woman, exile, country and childhood chosen from contemporary Arabic poetry, mainly written by female Syrian poets such as:
Daad Haddad, Maram Al Massri, Hala Mohammad and Aicha Arnaout.
The musical composition of the Album is classical while the melody is modern with a sensual touch.
The songs of the album put the listener in some introversion state allowing him to discover his inner self in a silent journey.
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I have called him, “Aah…aah”, because my sorrows are still buried in the depth of my depths and what has surfaced is very very little…
From Macedonia to Vienna to Paris to Beirut…. Contradictory worlds…
Dense dreams and feelings in which childhood is mixed with cruelty, calm with stormy currents, and hymns with crying and lamentation.
I hear pain … old men and children…
I see determination… women and
young men… I touch sadness on
the face and eyes.. I feel sickness
in the body and soul…
Since childhood returned to our house,
I was born anew with every murmur,
every laughter, every moon,
every glimpse of beauty…
And fear came back … how could I
trust a world like the one in which I
am living? How many times was I
suffocated for the sake of children
who have been stolen by hatred and
killed by the beast in the forest…
Pain, pain and pain… while I run from my malady… endless, I look for my humanity…
Like my preceding work, this one has lived in me for a long time. It took shape from influences and meetings between doubt and certainty, between determination and surrender,
between desire and brokenness…
A look at the scent of freedom.. happiness bound to come…
A burning memory, fast-paced aging, a small wing that angels did not protect…
A certain look at the ever present woman.. dreamy, revived and wakeful…
And because life is stronger than anything else… and because the most beautiful of births are after a painful labor… I sing…
Dedication to those whose souls soared like butterflies in the horizon of the expansive universe…
And to the new grass of March… my little ones who are radiant with light…