Ne me quitte pas by Natasha Atlas, from her Ayeshteni CD. I have no idea what she's saying, but it's all very dramatic and heartfelt.
She sings something like this: Don't leave me, we need to forget erverything we can forget, everything we already escaped , forget the times we've spent saying words unmeant and the times we've lost hours that must destroy never knowing why everything dies at the heart of joy Don't leave me don't leave me
I'd offer you pearls of rain from a country where it never rains, I'd travel the earth until my death to be able to cover your body in gold and light. I'll build you a home where love is the king and you are the queen, don't leave me
Don't leave me For you I'll invent words without sense that only you would understand, I'd tell you of the lovers who seperated and then fell in love again, their hearts embracing. I'd tell you the tale of the king who died from not meeting you, Don't leave me.
One has often seen the fire of an old volcano come back to life, a volcano thought too old. It seems that scorched earth gives us more wheat than the best April, and when the evening comes with a flaming sky, red and black don't marry. Don't leave me
Don't leave me I will cry no more I will talk no more, I'll hide myself there to see you dance and smile and to listen to you sing and laugh, let me be the shadow of your shadow, the shadow of your hand, the shadow of your dog, don't leave me.
A rather free translation, but yes, it's tragic. The song is by Jacques Brel, but the most beautiful version was sung by Nina Simone.
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She sings something like this:
Don't leave me, we need to forget erverything we can forget, everything we already escaped , forget the times we've spent saying words unmeant and the times we've lost hours that must destroy never knowing why everything dies at the heart of joy
Don't leave me don't leave me
I'd offer you pearls of rain from a country where it never rains, I'd travel the earth until my death to be able to cover your body in gold and light. I'll build you a home where love is the king and you are the queen, don't leave me
Don't leave me
For you I'll invent words without sense that only you would understand, I'd tell you of the lovers who seperated and then fell in love again, their hearts embracing. I'd tell you the tale of the king who died from not meeting you, Don't leave me.
One has often seen the fire of an old volcano come back to life, a volcano thought too old. It seems that scorched earth gives us more wheat than the best April, and when the evening comes with a flaming sky, red and black don't marry.
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
I will cry no more I will talk no more, I'll hide myself there to see you dance and smile and to listen to you sing and laugh, let me be the shadow of your shadow, the shadow of your hand, the shadow of your dog, don't leave me.
A rather free translation, but yes, it's tragic. The song is by Jacques Brel, but the most beautiful version was sung by Nina Simone.