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Artwork for »Original Confusion«, On the left side of the image, a delicate branch with several darkly shaded leaves is rendered in fine ink strokes. From the branch, a soft, wave-like trail of mist or breath drifts to the right, becoming increasingly translucent. Within this pale haze, two faint human silhouettes appear—barely formed, like distant memories or fading presences standing together. The scene feels quiet, melancholic, and full of suggestion, as if something that came “from her”—a breath, a touch, a thought—has dissolved into remembrance.
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Lyrics: Dschafaa

Produced with: Suno (AI-generated music & vocals based on the original text)

This track was created in collaboration with generative AI. Text, concept, and the choice of version are by Dschafaa; Suno generates the sonic realisation and voice from the submitted material. INT versions intentionally carry what is spoken in the German and English originals into another language, without aiming at literal translation.

Lyrics

אִם לֹא הָיִיתְ אַתְּ,
שֶׁאִתָּהּ שָׁרְתִּי,
מְכוּוָּן לְצִלְצֻלִים שֶׁל מַעְלָה—
Im lo ha-jít at,
Sche-i-tách schár-ti,
Me-chu-ván le-tsil-tsu-lím schel ma-a-lá—

Wenn du es nicht warst,
mit der ich sang,
gestimmt in himmlischen Klängen
If it wasn’t you
I sang with,
tuned to divine sounds—

אִם לֹא הָיִיתְ אַתְּ,
שֶׁיָּדֵךְ נָגַעְתִּי
בֶּאֱמוּנָה לְבַד—
Im lo ha-yít at,
Sche-ja-dékh na-gá-ti
Be-e-mu-ná le-vád—

Wenn du es nicht warst,
deren Hand ich berührte
mit Glauben allein
If it wasn’t you
whose hand I touched
with nothing but faith—

אִם לֹא הָיִיתְ אַתְּ,
שֶׁרֵיחֵךְ עָבַר בִּי
כִּנְשִׁימָה
אֶל הַנֶּפֶשׁ—
Im lo ha-jít at,
Sche-re-éch á-var bí
Kin-schi-má
El ha-né-fesch—

Wenn du es nicht warst,
deren Duft mich durchströmte
wie Atem in Seele stieg
If it wasn’t you
whose scent moved through me
like breath
into my soul—

אִם לֹא הָיִיתְ אַתְּ,
שֶׁהֶחֱזַקְתְּ אֶת רֹאשִׁי
כְּרוּחַ קַלָּה
תַּחַת עָלִים רוֹעֲדִים—
Im lo ha-jít at,
Sche-he-che-zák-t et ro-schí
Ke-rú-ach ka-lá
Tá-chat a-lím ro-a-dím—

Wenn du es nicht warst,
die meinen Kopf hielt
wie eine Brise
unter zitterndem Laub
If it wasn’t you
who held my head
like a breeze
beneath trembling leaves—

אָז סְלִיחָה.
הִתְבַּלְבַּלְתִּי בָּךְ.
Az s’li-chá.
Hit-bal-bál-ti bách.

Dann tut es mir leid.
Ich habe dich
verwechselt.
Then I’m sorry.
I mistook you
for someone else.

בִּלְבּוּל בְּסִמָּנִים,
בִּשָׂפָה,
בַּכִּסּוּף.
Bil-búl be-si-má-ním,
Be-sa-fá,
Ba-kis-súf.

Verwechselt in Symbolen,
in Sprache,
in Eifer.
Mistaken in symbols,
in language,
in longing.

בִּלְבּוּל בָּרָצוֹן
לְחֹם,
לַאֲמִתִּי,
לָהּ.
Bil-búl ba-ra-tsón
Le-chóm,
La-a-mi-tí,
Láh.

Verwechselt im Wunsch
nach Wärme,
nach Echtheit,
nach ihr.
Mistaken in the wish
for warmth,
for truth,
for her.

אָז סְלִיחָה.
הִתְבַּלְבַּלְתִּי בָּךְ.
Az s’li-chá.
Hit-bal-bál-ti bách.

Dann tut es mir leid.
Ich habe dich
verwechselt.
Then I’m sorry.
I mistook you
for someone else.

סְלִיחָה.
הִתְבַּלְבַּלְנוּ
זֶה בָּזֶה.

סִמָּנִים…
שָׂפָה…
כִּסּוּף…
חֹם…
אֱמֶת.
הִיא.
S’li-chá.
Hit-bal-bál-nu
Ze ba-zé.

Si-má-ním…
Sa-fá…
Kis-súf…
Chóm…
E-met.
Hi.

Es tut uns leid.
Wir haben uns
verwechselt. We’re sorry.
We mistook
each other.

Symbols…
Language…
Longing…
Warmth…
Truth.
Her.

τρόποι

a quiet side room
for those who wish to linger with the song

Notes on Resonance and Tradition

The song speaks in proximity to traditions where address, apology, and repetition are ways of remaining near what cannot be stabilized.

It resonates with poetic and prayer-like speech that values closeness over explanation. Confusion is allowed to be shared rather than corrected.

Forgiveness functions as acknowledgment, not resolution. The final naming of elements suggests a practice of staying with what is given, letting truth appear quietly, without conclusion.

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