
Welcome to FalastinVision!
- Welcome to FalastinVision!
- MzumO

MzumO is a Swiss rapper, academic, and activist whose work spans studios, streets, and settler checkpoints. Rooted in a deep connection to Palestine, he has lived, researched, and created with communities from Masafer Yatta to Ayda Camp, documenting life under occupation and the power of cultural resistance. His PhD focuses on settler colonialism in the West Bank, and his music reflects both scholarly insight and lived solidarity.
He raps primarily in Swiss German, infused with the rhythms and textures of Arabic, English, and Standard German—creating a multilingual flow that breaks borders just as much as it speaks to them. MzumO brought Palestine into the heart of Swiss popular culture with powerful verses at the SRF Bounce Cyphers 2024 and 2025, performing in front of one of the country’s largest rap audiences.
At FalastinVision, he brings not just a track—but a truth.
This song is a personal and political reckoning — a lyrical journey between Zurich and Palestine, between comfort and catastrophe. Written from the perspective of a Swiss artist who has lived and worked in the West Bank, it confronts the dissonance of privilege: snow falls in Zurich while bombs drop in Gaza.
The lyrics reflect on settler colonialism, Western complicity, and the hollow safety of European passports. It challenges feel-good politics and calls for solidarity that moves beyond hashtags. At its core, the song is a tribute to Palestinian resilience, a refusal to forget, and a demand to see — through the window, into the heart of ongoing injustice.
Al-Aqsa was released as part of my 3-track-EP “Sumud” in August 2024. The project is dedicated to my friends from Youth of Sumud in Masafer Yatta, a true embodiment of Palestinian resilience and resistance.
Song Title: Al Aqsa
Al Aqsa – MzumO
English Translation
I sit in the gym, through the window I see al-Aqsa
In my twenties, I lived like a Pasha
Always passing through, always just a guest
Always so restless, always just here for a rest
I’m gone like the West’s mask
What do you want to preserve from the past?
Kutti was never cool, that boomer is too comfy
Thinks he’s edgy, but his mindset is country
No country for real criticism
Yoldas and Sero are the best thing in Switzerland
Büsser on TV, but bro, I ain’t laughing
What Comedymänner? That’s an intellectual turnoff
Helvetia needs water for the roses
Hair in the soup, and spit in the sauce
Go check the skeletons in the closets
‘Cause the Yenish kids don’t want to stay a footnote
Pro Juventute makes them sedentary
Until the 60s they stole them from their parents
Check the blindspots — the world’s not a stew pot
I want real change, not just a mic drop
SRF Cypher, Tabula Rasa
But snow falls in Zurich, and bombs fall in Gaza
What will I change with just some talk?
Take my privilege and go to Masafer Yatta
Hold my passport like a shield
Settler thinks twice before he kills me
Read Mbembe, Read Agamben
But two weeks here, and you’ve understood it
Who are the Others? Are there even Others?
Europe is the flood, and the rest is Atlantis
Maybe Frontex comes before you see land
Ask myself: are we going to Langstrasse on Saturday?
Where do you wanna go party? Who really cares tho?
Land in Kloten and feel so empty
She looks me in the eyes, and see right through me
Body is here, but my mind’s still down there
Flashbacks of settlers with assault rifles
I walk through Zurich, as if I had no purpose anymore
See some Yuppies eating ice cream at Tellhof
Lips so dry, even Labello won’t help
I sit at Xenix, think about Sami
Did the military court already fuck him or not?
My homies are human rights defenders
I see your clique and wonder — could you be more embarrassing?
Your politics are a feel-good bubble
I’m here to blow air into the fire
What’s been pushed aside finally needs some space
I look at the window and see al-Aqsa
Al Aqsa Original (Swiss German)
Sitz im Gym gsehn dur d’Fenster al-Aqsa
Ide 20er so glebt winen Pasha
Immer uf de Durchreis, immer nume Gast da
Immer nume rastlos, immer nume rasch da
Ich bin weg so wie d’Maske vom Weste
Was wetsch na erhalte vo gester?
Kutti nie cool gsi, de Boomer too comfy
Er meint er isch edgy, doch Mindset wie Country
No Country für echti Kritik
Yoldas und Sero sind s’best ade Schwiiz
Büsser im TV doch Bruder ich lach nöd
Was Comedymänner? Das gеistige Abturn
Helvetia brucht Wassеr für d’Rose
Haar ide Suppe und Spuck ide Sosse
Im Cheller go checke die Liiche
Wel die jenische Chind wend ke Fuessnote bliibe
Pro Juventute macht sie sesshaft
Bis ide 60er de Eltere weggnah
Check die Blindspots, d’Welt ken Eintopf
Ich wet Verändrig und nöd nur en Micdrop
SRF Cypher mach Tabula Rasa
Doch Schnee gheit in Züri und Bombe in Gaza
Was wetich change da mit chli Palava?
Nimme mis privilege und gahn uf Masafer Yatta
Hebe min Pass wines Schutzschild
Siedler denkt zweimal bevor er mich umbringt
Lise Mbembe, lise Agamben
Doch 2 Wuche da und du heschs eich verstande
Wer sind di andre? Gits überhaupt andri?
Europa isch d’Fluet und de Rest nur Atlantis
Vilich chunt Frontex bevor du a Land bisch
Frög mi gömmer ad Langstrass am Samstig?
Wo wetsch in Usgang? Who really care tho
Landen in Chloote und fühl mi so leer scho
Luegt mer id Auge, sie gseht dur mich dure
Körper isch da doch min Chopf isch na dune
Flashbacks zu Siedler mit Sturmgwehr
Lauf dur Züri als het ich kein Grund meh
Gsehne paar Yuppies, Glacé im Tellhof
Lippe so troche da hilft ke Labello
Sitzen im Xenix, denken an Sami
Hets Militärgricht ihn scho gfiggt oder nanig?
Homies sind Menscherechtsverteidiger
Ich gseh dini Clique frög gahts eich na peinlicher?
Eui Politics e Wohlfühloase
Ich bin da zum is Füür mal chli Luft ineblase
Das wo verdrängt wird muss endlich Platz ha
Luege dur s’Fenster und gsehnen al-Aqsa