Monday, June 27, 2011

Cheikh Hamza Chakour : Syrian Master of the mystical song

Ross Daly ft. Zohar Fresco

Roza Eskenazi - Apopse an theleis (1936)

La nuit de la St. Barthelemy - Goran Bregovic

I don’t care if your eyes are blue


























As the days are passing
I grow old and my hair
From gray to cosmic blue transforms
Every crook I met so far
Dispel out of fear
Throughout the holes of the earth

In my presence the snowflake celebrates
Its coldness and its beauty
The Sun sings the happiest song ever

I don’t care if your eyes are blue
And your day is black

Nor do I care
If you hate me not
Or if you hate me just...or
Disappointed you were recently

My absence is a punishment where
You saw the seeds of your disgrace

Now after I release you
From the ties of my grace;
Amazing and Divine
As angelic as it may be
You are free to beg for
Mercy all around

To travel or even to hate others
Unselectively; only if you are aware

You disappointed God, your parents
Siblings and finally me

When you walk
The chlorophyll turns yellow
The dog walks sneaky with
The tail curved in between
The last two extremities

The pearl looses its shine and
The diamond fogs its surface
Rosemary hides its odor
Only her name remains

Bitter is the honey
In the mouth of those
Around you

Bitter is the kiss
Of the embraced
Youth even if
You don’t greet them

The milk turns yoghurt and
The wine becomes vinegar

Women you hardly are
For the God sake
Your powers are so destructive
While you enjoy in crime and
Strongly believe in your
Innocence

Fatal is the day
Oh… most fatal women
I ever met