c'est biensur chanté par ma chateuse prefere Feyrouz..
"Maman mon ange" est un poéme qu'on apprend dans l'ecole dés jeune age , et je vous dis que quand j'entend cette chanson mon gorge se noue toujours ..
encore une fois , maman je t'aime beaucoup..
Pour celle qui sache lire l'arabe , une partie de parole de la chanson..(la premiere chanson y'as un mix de 3)..
و لا تزل يداك أرجوحتي و لا أزل ولد
يرنو إلى شهر و ينطوي ربيع
أمي و أنت زهر في عطره أضيع
و إذ أقول أمي أفتن بي أطير
يرف فوق همي جناح عندليب
أمي يا نبض قلبي نداي إن وجعت
و قبلتي و حبي أمي إن ولعت
عيناكِ ما عيناكِ أجمل ما كوكب في الجلد
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRX24_xwZtk&feature=related le lien direct pour celle qui ne peut pas voire ici..
bisous..
Comme je vous aviez parler hier en revoltant contre la date de printemps car pour nous au Liban et
de certain autre pays ont fête le debut du printemps le 21 Mars et on fête notre maman.....
Oui aujour'dhui toutes les mamans Libanaise , Emiratiennes ,Jodranians , Qatarienne , sudaniennes , Syrienne etc..... vont être gaté par leurs enfants.
Alors ma maman cherie je t'offre tout mon coeur et mon amour et je te dis comme la chanson d'enfant " pardonne moi si je t'ais fais de la peine c'est malgres moi.."
Je vous laisse avec cette chanson qui parle des mamans (désolé c'est en arabe) les chanteurs je ne le connais pas seulement le 2eme qui chante car il est libanais (et le plus beau hihihhi..)
mama ana b7ebik kteir wa fi elleh 3ayrik fil deneh......
J'ais envie de passer chez maman et me derige ""zooooom" vers la salle à manger et grignoter de ce plat........
un petit zooom pour mieux voire?
miam j'adore ca l'apres midi , un peu d'amande avec des abricot sec , des noix des raisins et figue sec et des dattes.....
quelqu'un veux grinogte avec moi?
bisous
J'ais recue ce message dans un e-mail ce matin et sa ma beaucoup touché , car c'est au jour ci en 2005 mon pays est retombé dans l'inconnu dans la m**de...
Désolé c'est en anglais.....
I am Beirut
I used to be a beautiful city… Some people say I'm still as beautiful as I was before... I don't like me anymore… I scare my kids away… I kill my people unintentionally… I starve them to death… I even turn some of their brightest days to a funeral in a split of a second…
Every day I stand there, waving to all these people, mostly young, leaving on these big things they call airplanes… Jealousy kills me, knowing that they will go and enjoy grocery shopping in a street I've never heard of, smiling to a stranger who doesn't even know where their country is… Working hard and becoming successful… I wish they could be here with me, becoming successful with me… I feel helpless without them, thousands and thousands leave, few come back while I sit waiting and waiting and waiting…
A girl came to me the other day, young and beautiful… Wearing that white dress made her look like an angel. Stood at the "Corniche" with a cup of coffee in her hand… She was staring at the sea with words coming out of her eyes
"I miss you Beirut
I miss your weather
Miss your sea breeze
Miss staring at you at night from my bedroom balcony… when the world is sleeping and there is only you and I
Miss feeling loved
Miss belonging to you
Miss feeling the security…
You don't know how hard it is to wake up every morning wondering if your parents or friends are ok, until you read the news and make a few phone calls in case there was an explosion… Try harder Beirut…...."
Tears filled my eyes and anger filled my heart… Didn't know what to say to comfort her!
My body is heavy and scattered, my land enjoys blood and every now and then one of my veins explodes and many of my innocent kids die… I can't help it... I try...
"I want to come back and live here Beirut, next to my family, next to my dad and brother… I want to raise my kids in Beirut, just the way I was raised… Never knew the difference between a Muslim, a Christian Or a Jew… never heard about terrorism… Want my kids to grow up on discipline, respect, beliefs, freedom… and mostly integrity. What happened to you Beirut? You're no longer the same…
I turned and left didn't want to hear her anymore… She kept calling me but I never answered... She broke my heart, only because she was telling me the truth! I'm no longer the Beirut she once enjoyed when she was 4… They took my magic away…
Ashamed I am… I starve my people to death; I have no shelter for them anymore, no security, no love among each other… I'm in pain , I want to endure more, maybe, maybe someday my people will understand the pain I'm going through and help me stand instead of walking all over me… I don't blame them; they are hungry and poor…
She left on one of those big things called airplanes a few days later, sad, she looked back at me hoping to come back and see me at least in the same condition, but we both knew it was not the case, I screamed and screamed hoping for her to hear me …
I order you to come back… Yes I can't promise you security but I promise you that you and me can make it together, come back and bring all those people who once left… because I miss them, miss their faces and their laughs… Come back and fight for me, clean my body from those rotten creatures, change the world for me, help me stand… I can't do it alone.
I'm your city
I'm your mother
I'm your child
I'm Beirut
I can't believe the time flying by so quickly , only yesterday you were a baby and so cudlly..... now you are a man and still cuddly........
love you sooooooooooooo much....
Have a marvellous birthday my dearest Tarek...
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