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This song by Marcel Khalife is a good indication of how much Khalife's music means to his audience, as they sing along with this piece in which an exile longs for home and to see his mother again. The lyrics are a Mahmoud Darwish poem.
I yearn for my mother's bread
my mother's coffee
my mother's touch
And childhood grows within me
day upon breast of day
and I love my life
for if I died
I'd feel shame in my mothers tears!
Take me if one day I return
as a veil for your lashes
Cover my bones with grass
baptized in the purity of your healing.
And tie me to you
with a lock of your hair
with a thread that trails
from the train of your dress
Maybe I would become a god
a god I'd become
if I touched the depths of your heart
Put me, if I return, as firewood in your stove
as a clothesline on your rooftop, for I have lost resolve
without your daily prayer
I have grown decrepit
so bring me back
the stars of my childhood
that I may share
with the young birds
the return route
to the nest of your waiting
منقول
I yearn for my mother's bread
my mother's coffee
my mother's touch
And childhood grows within me
day upon breast of day
and I love my life
for if I died
I'd feel shame in my mothers tears!
Take me if one day I return
as a veil for your lashes
Cover my bones with grass
baptized in the purity of your healing.
And tie me to you
with a lock of your hair
with a thread that trails
from the train of your dress
Maybe I would become a god
a god I'd become
if I touched the depths of your heart
Put me, if I return, as firewood in your stove
as a clothesline on your rooftop, for I have lost resolve
without your daily prayer
I have grown decrepit
so bring me back
the stars of my childhood
that I may share
with the young birds
the return route
to the nest of your waiting
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