Imagine Stromae’s famous "Papaoutai" rhythm with the (tock-tock-tock-tock beats) in your mind. Let this song tell the story of a child searching for his father in the dusty streets of Kobane.

​Title: "Babo Kurda" (Papaoutai Rojava Version)
​[Intro - Melodic and Sharp Synth]
(Street sounds, distant wind howling, and the famous drum beats begin.)
​[Part 1]
Dayê says: "He went on a journey, and he will return."
Babo says: "My son, plant your land."
Everyone knows, but no one wants to say,
Where is my father, which way is he on?
Borders are drawn, maps are burning,
With my small hands, I hold a whole city.
Silence has fallen, only the wind blows,
Tell me, why do those who leave never come back?
​[Pre-Chorus - Rhythm Accelerates]
Everyone says: "He is a hero, he is a lion!"
But I just wanted to hold his hand, that's all.
"They are protecting us," they say, but who will hear me?
When will this emptiness, this dusty street be filled?
​[Chorus - Main Rhythm Explodes]
Tell me, where did he pass by? (Dites-moi d’où il vient)
Did he go beyond the border, or did he go to the sky?
Everyone knows how to go,
But no one tells how to return!
Where is my father? (Où t'es, papa où t'es?)
Where is my father? (Où t'es, papa où t'es?)
Kobane in dust, Rojava in fog,
Where are you, father?
Ah, papaoutai...
​[Part 2]
Olive trees are witnesses, ruined houses are witnesses.
How hard it is to say "father" when looking at a photo.
If I see a shadow on the school road, I think it’s you,
But as I get closer, I am only left with the wind.
When I grow up, will I also become a picture?
Will I leave only a name for my child?
​[Bridge - Rhythm Stops, Only Deep Bass]
Babo, I miss you... (Baba seni özledim)
Spring was supposed to come, and we were supposed to laugh together,
Now only your voice echoes in the pistachio orchards,
My eyes are on the roads, my heart burns in Kobane.
​[Final Chorus - In Its Strongest Form]
Tell me, where did he go?
Did he go beyond the border, or did he fall to the ground?
Where is my father? (Où t'es, papa où t'es?)
Where is my father? (Où t'es, papa où t'es?)
Où t'es? Où t'es?
In Kobane?
Où t'es? Où t'es?
In Rojava?
​[Outro]
(The rhythm slowly fades...)
Babo... where are you?
​Artistic Note:
In the clip, Stromae was frozen like a mannequin; in this version, the father figure can be depicted as a half-finished graffiti on a wall or a scarf fluttering in the wind. As the child tries to reach him, the father figure dissolves into dust and disperses into the air.
​Would you like to use an AI music tool to perform these lyrics, or shall we make some changes to the lyrics?