Simawe | See My Way: Lyrics

Why is it is so hard to accept

That equality is a simple fact?

I’m not yours, I am mine (mine)

I’m not told what to do and that’s fine

 

I am her and she is I / she is I

الثورة هي امرأة

I don’t need a father nor a chief

Why is that so hard to believe?

 

I am her and she is I / she is I

الثورة هي امرأة

I don’t need a father nor a chief

Why is that so hard to believe?

 

Won’t be told what to do

Won’t be told where to go

Won’t be told what to say

Won’t be told to obey

 

Won’t be told how to think

Won’t be told not to drink

Won’t be told what to eat

Won’t be told to be sweet

 

Won’t be told how to dress

Won’t be told not to stress

Won’t be told who to see

Won’t be told who to be

 

I am her and she is I / she is I

الثورة هي امرأة

I don’t need a father nor a chief

Why is that so hard to believe?

 

I am her and she is I / she is I

الثورة هي امرأة

I don’t need a father nor a chief

Why is that so hard to believe?

 

Credits:

Text: Petra on Fire

Music and arrangements: Céline di Maccio

Listen to the recorded version HERE!

فرحاً بشيءٍ ما خفيِّ
كُنْتُ أَحتضن
الصباح بقُوّة الإنشاد
أَمشي واثقا بخطايَ، أَمشي واثقاً برؤايَ.
وَحْيٌ ما
يناديني: تعال!
كأنَّه إيماءةٌ سحريّةٌ
وكأنه حُلْمٌ ترجَّل كي يدربني على أَسراره
فأكون سِّيدَ نجمتي في الليل …
معتمداً على لغتي.
أَنا حُلْمي أنا
أنا أُمُّ أُمّي في الرؤى
وأَبو أَبي, وابني أَنا

 

Credits:

Text: Mahmoud Darwish*

Music and arrangements: Céline di Maccio

*See the authorisation from The Mahmoud Foundation for the non-commercial use of the poem HERE.

 

Don’t mess with Janaína

Janaína’s gaze is sweet,

And you may not take her joy,

Janaína’s smile is innocent,

And you may not take her joy.

 

She didn’t attend to school or study much,

But she has the goddess on her side,

Janaína, the fury of success sees no one,

The subtleness of oppression,

Does not lead you beyond (and does not ever take a leave tomorrow).

 

It’s her black skin,

It’s her pearl and brow skin,

It’s Central and South America

A earth gaze and the warmth of Africa,

Where only supremacy brings competition.

 

But in Janaína’s gaze,

There is no room for war,

There is no room for war,

There is no room for war.

 

O olhar de Janaina é doce,

E ai de quem tirar seu bem (jaboticaba)

O sorriso Janaina, é ingenuo,

E ai de quem tirar seu bem (É livre)

E ela desce as escadas com esperanca no seu passo,

Será que é benção ou triste fado,

A ignorância de não sentir que o tempo é escasso,

E como é escasso,

E como é escasso…

 

Credits:

Text: Autumn Elis

Music and arrangements: Céline di Maccio

I’m the musical instrument, of your resonance

In my mirror, I’m powerful, I’m magical

3x

You try to restrain me, while my own femininity is the only way,

I’m her naked body, and you don’t have a say

2x

I’m her naked body and you don’t have a say

3 x

I’m her naked body and you don’t

I don’t train for beauty,

I don’t train for belly,

all choices are mine

4 x

In my mirror, I’m powerful, I’m magical / (choices are mine)

In my mirror

Shhhh – Let’s shush stereotypes!

2x

 

I blossom and I bloom even when I’m tiny,

I carry difficulties in my soul,

I don’t train for beauty or belly,

Do you see me as soft fragile and emotional
2 x

 

Credits:

Text and music: 2026WOMEN Collective (Antwerp)

Arrangements: Céline di Maccio

See my way (See my way)

Simo wa line (Simo wa line)

Samalé no

See me when I say (See me when I say)

3x

Samalé no, samalé no

Sama see me when I say

Samawé Samawé Samawé

Samawé Samawé Samawé

3x

 

Credits:

Text and music: 2026WOMEN Collective (Antwerp)

Arrangement: Céline di Maccio

Watch the videoclip HERE!