From
Algiers to Paris, a journey of sound,
Where East
meets West, a vibrant bound.
Acid Arab,
the fusion maestros,
Their music
bridges cultures, erases borders.
Algerian
gasba, Anatolian trance,
Synthetic
dabkeh, bionic raï's dance.
A tapestry
of sounds, a symphony so bold,
Their
melodies ignite, stories unfold.
Through
collaborations and travels grand,
They've
sampled the world, with an open hand.
From
Morocco's dunes to Cairo's allure,
Their music
weaves magic, ever pure.
Breaking
boundaries, genres defying,
Acid Arab
are pioneers, forever vying.
With every
beat, they transcend and soar,
A fusion of
cultures, forevermore.
Oh, Acid
Arab, your music's a spell,
Uniting
hearts, where borders fell.
From
Algiers to Paris, the world's your stage,
Your
melodies ignite, with vibrant rage.
So let the
music play, let the rhythms ignite,
Acid Arab's
legacy, shining ever bright.
A fusion of
souls, a connection so true,
In their
music we find, a world anew.
Στο 7 Acid Arab και ٣ (Trois)
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