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In post-war Kosova, apart from all the socio-economical problems that resulted from the conflict, the issue of the missing persons still touches the lives of many families. The fate of thousands of people still remains unknown. Reflecting this issue, Koperativa designed and produced Eliza Hoxhas music video, featuring short stories of nostalgia, vanishing memories and loneliness. Using different layers of expression such as typographic design, video and photography, the video tackles the issue in a rather more poetic way, setting the viewer on an emotional state and raising awareness about the issue of missing persons.
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Who am I? A hopeless body, yet still in motion It is I, who am I? A soul in oblivion, a life in recollection Suppressed, crestfallen, tired, defeated I stand Is it I?Is it I? Is it I?
Silence tears me up, yet silence keeps me going Cause it is the only life I have got And silence hurts, wrecks me daily Yet remains the only friend I can get To talk to, and what can I say Other than, I am in pain, so much pain
This is not I, my mirth long forgotten And the day is over, no, no, no It is no longer I, an endless darkness And a roaring silence...... Suppressed, crestfallen, tired, defeated I stand Is it I?Is it I? Is it I?
Silence tears me up, yet silence keeps me going Cause it is the only life I have got And silence hurts, wrecks me daily Yet remains the only friend I can get To talk to, and what can I say
Listen, you listen to me I shall step forward, return to life Now, you listen to me I shall find some strength to break the silence Now!
The sky sheds its light over the city, while the soul leaves the body in solitude, this distant voice once again leaves me uneasy, posing a million questions to the scene.
Oh how fearful it is to think of my life as only a drop in the water, no, it can’t be solely by chance, the pain that a mother feels when her kid is suffering, no, it can’t be solely poetry when the heart shivers in the presence of love, no, it can’t be solely irony when living amongst millions of injustices.
As a new life is born, a new universe is formed, as another one fades in the immortal foreverness, sadness surrounds when believing that all we are, are passengers of time.
No, it can’t be solely by chance, the pain that a mother feels when her kid is suffering, no, it can’t be solely poetry when your heart shivers in the presence of love, no, it can’t be solely irony when living amongst millions of injustices.
As much as it scares me, it also leaves me speechless, at the end, this mystery is not only a tale, as I am still alive.
No, they can’t be solely history, the ones that gave their lives in the fight against slavery, no, it can’t be solely fantasy, the power of a dream which knows neither time nor boundaries, no, it can’t be solely a miracle, to pave your future for a life in continuation, perhaps we are one, perhaps we are energy, derived from the same pain and the same happiness, forever human.
I had fun
and I thought that you loved me
I went crazy for you
You've become a memory
I'm withered away now
My soul will remain empty
Like me, like me
your heart will stop working
You'll never have love again
you too
I remind myself
I used to come to you like a mad woman
I was breathless, my body shivered
I know it
You will remain a memory
that is both bitter and sweet,
one that I both hated and loved with my whole soul
I grew up among these mountains
with sheep and lambs
with nightingales among the groves
after bell, plays and joys
like my eagle
O smell of flower and grass, o na-na-ni-na
o come let's play friends , o na-na-ni-na
o the field in joy dressed, o na-na-ni-na
o white flowers burst in laughs, o na-na-ni-na
o the mountain trembles, what's going on?
the shepherds play with joy
Tolling are many bells
mountain stream torrents
up in the sky covered snow mountains
where love comes with great yearnings
today a flute is on fire
Orient-Occident, Occident or Orient to the market they take you like a sheep between the two civilizations both have taken you by the rope both are pulling you and you're foaming you're tiresome long time you've been standing in the noise you've got to breathe, they're choking you your have no voice left out to scream so violently they've messed you up in your head and how much longer till they all chop you to pieces till they split you and boil you till you understand that you won't be keeping on in confusion the baby won't be able to eat the roasted chicken won't be able to eat the chilly pepper you're forcing the baby to go and run before s/he can start to walk first you might as well give it an arabian pacifier or you might give it a french pacifier but still s/he will demand for the mother's milk, you moron! mother's milk, you moron!
Praise the Lord Who gave you that beauty Like a child I cry night and day And my eyes won't dry
I looked out of the window when I saw you (When I saw your eye) I drank a glass of "raki" (alcoholic drink), oh girl I told you "Marshallah" (muslim expression that is said to something or someone beautiful) I told you "Marshallah" From my broken heart I endured a long time for you Come let's go out together
I drank a glass of raki I see your black eyes I am an outlander I can't stay without you
And everytime it grows a little more Your beauty increases Do you think about the fact that one day you're going to die? Black soil will burrow you
From childhood in love
embracing each other
our hearts never falling apart
one another forever loved
Our wedding is beautiful the crowning of love
oh heart sing ceaselessly
beautiful songs of happiness
Like the most precious dream this day we wished upon
our hearts never falling apart
one another forever sought
Brightest day, the most pure
today is dawning for me
the whole nature is singing
the most beautiful song of our hearts
