Storm In A Teacup
(French Version: Dans La Vie Tout S'arrange - 1976)
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul - Ronald Ernest Alfred Roker
First release by: The Fortunes - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Pitter, patter, pitter, patter

One drop of rain on your window pane
Doesn't mean to say there's a thunderstorm coming
The rain may fall
For an hour or more
But it doesn't matter
No, it doesn't matter

One gentle breeze blowing softly through the trees
Doesn't mean to say there's a hurricane humming
So don't start running
Every time you hear it coming
Cuz it doesn't matter
You know it doesn't matter

One little word that you may have overheard
Doesn't mean to say that my love for you is dying
So don't start crying over second-hand lying
Cuz it doesn't matter
No, it doesn't matter

It's a storm in a teacup
Brewing up double
All those tiny little troubles
It's a storm in a teacup
It really doesn't matter
If it pitter, pitter, patters all the day 

Yama, Yama, Pretty Mama
Composer(s): Richard Berry; Joe Josea
Performer(s): Richard Berry; 
Big Sandy & His Fly-Rite Boys;
New York Jimmy & the Jive Five



Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

Well I got a five foot baby
Cutest thing you'll ever see
Heart full of lovin' an' it's all for me

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

Well all the guys talk about
Their girls so fine
Wait a minute boy till you see mine

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

Well she got a smile
Make you do-oo-o anything
Sparkle in her eye begats a diamond ring

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

[Sax Solo]

She got a smile
Make you do-oo-o anything
Sparkle in her eye begats a diamond ring

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

[Guitar Solo]

Well all the cats talk about
Their girls so fine
Wait a minute boy till you see mine

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

Storm In A Teacup 
Composer(s): Tom Evans
Performer(s): Badfinger



Well, you just slammed the door in my face
Well, that ain't any disgrace
It's a natural thing to do
Because true love never runs smooth

Well

It's just a storm in a teacup, baby
We'll never break up, baby
Storm in a teacup, baby

You will leave for a day (day)
Then come back here anyway (way)
You'll come knocking on my door
And then tell me, "je t'adore!" ["I adore you"]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's just a storm in a teacup, baby
We'll never break up, baby
Storm in a teacup, baby

It's just a storm in a teacup, baby
We'll never break up, baby
Storm in a teacup, baby

You will leave for a day (day)
Then come back here anyway (way)
You'll come knocking on my door
And then tell me, "je t'adore!" ["I adore you"]

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's just a storm in a teacup, baby
We'll never break up, baby
Storm in a teacup, baby
We'll never break up, baby
Storm in a teacup
Storm in a teacup
Storm in a teacup, yeah

Y'All Come Back Saloon
Composer(s): Sharon Vaughn
Performer(s): The Oakridge Boys



She played tambourine with a silver jingle 
and she must have known the word to at least a million tunes
but the one most requested by the man she knew as cowboy 
was the late night benediction at the y'all come back saloon

In a voice soft and trembling
she'd sing her song to cowboy as a smokey halo circled round her raven hair
And all the fallen angels and pinball playing rounders
stopped the games that they'd been playing for the losers evening prayer

Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind
miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time

Every night in the shadows thinking back on Amarillo
he'd dream of better days and ask for faded love
lifting high his glass in honor of the lady and her song
he paid his check then lonely walked the broken cowboy home

Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind
miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time

Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind 
miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time

We Don't Wanna Put In
Composer(s): Stephane Mgebrishvili
First performance by: Stephane & 3G - 2009



Some people tell you the stories
To drag you down to the knees
But let me tell you: don't worry
No worries, no worries
 
Another glass of my moonshine
Will kick the hell out of me
But let me focus on good stuff
Some good stuff, just good stuff
 
We don't wanna put in the negative move
It's killin' the groove
I'm a-tryin' to shoot in some disco tonight
Boogie with you
 
So many people are whining
They're freakin' all day long
The bitchin' will last forever
And ever, and ever
 
You better change your perspective
Your life won't be outta luck
A groovy sun will be rising
Be rising, it's rising
 
We don't wanna put in the negative move
It's killin' the groove
I'm a-tryin' to shoot in some disco tonight
Boogie with you
 
Boogie with you, boogie with you
Boogie with you, boogie with you
Boogie with you
 
I like all Europe countries and I love Europa
Say: give me sexy ah (Give me sexy ah)
Say: give me sexy ah (Give me sexy ah)
 
Put in
Don't wanna put in
We don't wanna put in
We don't wanna put in
 
We don't wanna put in the negative move
It's killin' the groove
I'm a-tryin' to shoot in some disco tonight
Boogie with you
 
We don't wanna put in the negative move
It's killin' the groove
I'm a-tryin' to shoot in some disco tonight
Boogie with you
 
We don't wanna put in

Y'All Come
Composer(s): Arlie Duff
Performer(s): Bill Monroe;
and various other artists



When you live in the country everybody is your neighbor 
On this one thing you can rely 
They'll all come to see you and they'll never ever leave you 
Y'all come to see us bye and bye 
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us when you can 
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us now and then 

Now Grandma's a-wishing you'd come out the kitchen 
And help do the dishes right away 
Then they all start a-leaving, and though she's a-grieving 
You can still hear grandma say 

Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us when you can 
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us now and then 

Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us when you can 
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us now and then

Storm
Composer(s): Shawn Phillips
Performer(s): Shawn Phillips



Every time I pass your place
I get an image of your face
And then I wonder what you're thinkin' of
As I look through the mist to your window above
And the clouds roll by
But the silver has tarnished for me in the sky
Minutes pass by and the mist starts drifting
And the rain starts falling
And the air gets cold
And I try to move away
But my feet won't let me
They stay right there
But I don't feel cold
I feel old
The wind is blowing and rain is pouring
And the sky is a mass of roiling figures
And their eyes flash fire
And it streaks across the heavens
And it sounds like a man being
Torn to shreds by desire

Yakety Yak
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller
Performer(s): The Coasters;
and various other artists



Take out the papers and the trash 
Or you don't get no spending cash 
If you don't scrub that kitchen floor 
You ain't gonna rock and roll no more 
Yakety yak (don't talk back) 

Just finish cleaning up your room 
Let's see that dust fly with that broom 
Get all that garbage out of sight 
Or you don't go out Friday night 
Yakety yak (don't talk back) 

You just put on your coat and hat 
And walk yourself to the Laundromat 
And when you finish doing that 
Bring in the dog and put out the cat 
Yakety yak (don't talk back) 

Don't you give me no dirty looks 
Your father's hip; he knows what cooks 
Just tell your hoodlum friend outside 
You ain't got time to take a ride 
Yakety yak (don't talk back) 

Yakety yak, Yakety yak 
Yakety yak, Yakety yak 
Yakety yak, Yakety yak 

(Fade)

Yakety yak, Yakety yak

Love Symphony
Composer(s): Andrej Babic - Aleksandar Valencic
First performance by: Quartissimo & Martina - 2009



Imagine you and me
We're flying above the sea
Feeling free in this love symphony
 
Imagine you and me
We're flying above the sea
Feeling free in this love symphony
 
Out of time, out of place
Somewhere inside my universe
Where you live your dreams
 
Imagine you and me
We're flying above the sea
Feeling free eternally
Like in this love symphony

Yah Mo B There
Composer(s): James Ingram; Quincy Jones;
Michael McDonald; Rod Temperton
Performer(s): James Ingram; The Eurobeats; 
Jon Gibson; Quincy Jones; Michael McDonald



Heavenly Father watchin' us fall
We take from each other and give nothing at all
Well, it's a doggone shame
But never too late for change
So, if your luck runs low
Just reach out and call His name, His name...

(Chorus)
Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there
Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there

Whenever you call...

Never be lonely, lost in the night
Just run from the darkness, lookin' for the light
'Cause it's a long, hard road
That leads to a brighter day, hey...
Don't let your heart grow cold
Just reach out and call His name, His name...

(Chorus) x 2

Yah will B there
You can count on it brother
'Cause we're all just finding our way
Travelin' through time
People got to keep pushin' on
No matter how many dreams slip away
Yah will b there

Well, it's a doggone shame
But never too late for change
So, when your luck runs low
Just reach out and call His name
Just call His name

(Chorus)

Stories Of The Street
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen
First release by: Leonard Cohen - 1967
Covered by: That Petrol Emotion - 1991



The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas
and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose
yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose

I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come
the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone
But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk
All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?

And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?
O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel
You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal

The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask
the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass
And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite
and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night

O come with me my little one, we will find that farm
and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm
And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am
O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb

With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world
We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky
and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye

Yaaka Hula Hickey Dula
Composer(s): Ray Goetz; 
Joe Young; Pete Wendling
Performer(s): Cliff "Ukelele Ike" Edwards,
and various other artists


Down Hawaii way, where I chanced to stray
On an evening I heard a Hula maiden play 
Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du
Down Hawaii way, by the moonlit bay
When I lingered awhile, she stole my heart away
Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du
Oh, I don't care if you've loved the ladies far and near
You'd forget about them all if you could hear
Yaaka hula hickey du la, Yaaka hula hickey du

Down Hawaii way, you would love to stay
On an evening I heard a Hula maiden play
Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du
Down Hawaii way, while the breakers play
With a movement just like the waves, those Hulas say
"Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du" 
Oh, I don't care if you're never, never loved before
You'll be captivated on that coral shore
Yaaka hula hickey du la, Yaaka hula hickey du

I'm coming back to you, my Hula Lous
Beside the sea at Waikiki, you'll play for me
And once again you'll sway my heart your way
With your yaaka hula jickey du la tune

I Don't Wanna Leave
Composer(s): Rike Boomgaarden - Bernd Klimpel - Alex Geringas - Dee Adam
First performance by: Lidia Kopania - 2009



I can't say the words I feel inside so deep
'Cause when the clouds come out, I feel so incomplete
I know the sun shines down on me
I see it now, the rain won't get to me
I just wanna live my life the way it's meant to be
 
I don't wanna leave, but it's my destiny
I will wrap my arms around the world
You'll see that I am not a child
'Cause I'm standing taller this time
Take it step by step, do my best, that's right
But I will never say goodbye
 
For so long now I've been dreaming in the dark
I was too scared to feel the things held in my heart
Don't you know this is meant to be, I'll let it out
'Cause it's getting hard to breathe
I just wanna live my life the way it's meant to be
 
I don't wanna leave, but it's my destiny
I will wrap my arms around the world
You'll see that I am not a child
'Cause I'm standing taller this time
Take it step by step, do my best, that's right
Oh... I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna leave
But it's my destiny, oh...
 
I'll never say goodbye...
(Never say, never say, never say goodbye)
Never, oh...
(Never say, never say)
 
I don't wanna leave, but I'm standing taller this time
Take it step by step, do my best, that's right
But I will never say goodbye

Ya, Ya
Composer(s): Lee Dorsey;
Clarence Lewis; Morgan Robinson
Performer(s): John Lennon;
and various other artists


well, I'm sitting in the la, la
waiting for my ya, ya, ah ha
I'm sitting in the la, la
waiting for the ya ya, ah ha
it may sound funny
but I don't believe she's coming, no, no

hey, baby, hurry
don't make me worry, no
hey, baby, hurry
don't make me worry, ah, ah, ah
you know that I love you
yes, I love you, ah, ah

uh!

well, I'm sitting in the la, la
waiting for my ya, ya, ah ha
I'm sitting in the la, la
waiting for the ya, ya, ah, ah, ah
it may sound funny
but I don't believe she's coming, no, no

uh, now, one time!

oh!

hey, baby, hurry
don't make me worry, no, no
hey, baby, hurry
don't make me worry, no, no
you know that I love you
always thinking of you, yeah, yeah

hey, hey, rock!

rock!

Storie Di Tutti I Giorni
Composer(s): Maurizio Fabrizio - Riccardo Fogli - Guido Morra
First release by: Riccardo Fogli - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1982 - Historia De Todos Los Días ((Riccardo Fogli)
1994 - Dromen Zijn Bedrog (Marco Borsato)
1995 - La Vie Est Belle, Le Monde Est Beau (Hervé Vilard)
2001 - Vivo En El Mar (Ricardo Montaner)



Storie di tutti i giorni
vecchi discorsi sempre da fare
storie ferme sulle panchine
in attesa di un lieto fine
storie di noi brava gente
che fa fatica s'innamora con niente
vita di sempre ma in mente grandi idee
Un giorno in più che se ne va
un orologio fermo da un'eternità
per tutti quelli così come noi
da sempre in corsa sempre a metà
un giorno in più che passa ormai
con questo amore che non è grande come vorrei
Storie come amici perduti
che cambiano strada se li saluti
storie che non fanno rumore
come una stanza chiusa a chiave
storie che non hanno futuro
come un piccolo punto su un grande muro
dove scriverci un rigo a una donna che non c'è più
Un giorno in più che se ne va
e un uomo stanco che nessuno ascolterà
per tutti quelli così come noi
senza trionfi né grossi guai
un giorno in più che passa ormai
con questo amore che non è bello come vorrei
Storie come anelli di fumo
in un posto lontano senza nessuno
solo una notte che non finisce mai
Un giorno in più che se ne va
dimenticato tra i rumori di città
per tutti quelli così come noi
niente è cambiato niente cambierà
un giorno in più che passa ormai
con questo amore che non è forte come vorrei

Ya Wanna Buy A Bunny?
Composer(s): Carl Hoefle; Del Porter
Performer(s): Spike Jones; Joanie Bartels


Recitative: 

My 'rithmatic is gettin' bad
I don't know what to do
I bought a little bunny
Then I bought another bunny
Don't one and one make two? 

Chorus: 

Now when I'm lookin' at the funnies
I get as mad as mad as I can be
'Cause now there are so many bunnies
Oh me, Oh my, Ya Wanna Buy A Bunny? 

And when I'm eating bread and honey
Those silly little bunnies pester me
'Cause all the bunnies beg for honey
Oh gee, Oh gosh, Ya Wanna Buy A Bunny? 

When we're playing hide and seek
At my heels they sneak, sneak, sneak
When I hide they peek, peek, peek
I get so mad I could shriek: Eeek! 

If you want a fuzzy bunny
That's got a wigg'ly nose and cotton tail
I wish that you would buy a bunny
'Cause I got lots of bunnies for sale.

Recitative: 

An' when I get up early in the morning to go out to the chicken house 
to feed my little tiny baby chickens, all those crazy little bunnies 
just follow around after me, just hop-hop-hop-hop-hop-hop-hoppin' like the dickens
Here, chicky, chicky, chicky, chicky! 
Get away from me, bunny 
Ya bother me 
Get outa here, ya crazy little bunnies! 

And when I sneak my little tiny puppy dog, Rover, upstairs with me to bed
the bed is full of them silly little bunnies, from the foot up to the head
Get out of my bed, you bad little bunnies! Go on, now, bunnies! Get outa here! 
Go on, now! 

Chorus: 

Bunnies, bunnies, bunnies, bunnies, everywhere
There's bunnies on the table and there's bunnies on the chair
Bunnies on the sofa and there's bunnies on the floor
And there's some new ones coming through the door: more?! 

Please come on and buy a bunny
I'd even like to sell you two or three
But if you don't have any money
I'll give you a bunny
'Cause there's just... 

Spoken: 
....too darn many bunnies for me! 
There's bunnies all over the place
Bunnies under my feet, bunnies on my bed
Every place that I go
those silly little bunnies.... (fade out)

La Vie Est Belle, Le Monde Est Beau
((Adapted from: Storie Di Tutti I Giorni (Riccardo Fogli) - 1982))
Composer(s): Maurizio Fabrizio - Riccardo Fogli - Guido Morra - Didier Barbelivien - Hervé Vilard
Performer(s): Hervé Vilard - 1995

Versions In Other Languages:
1982 - Historia De Todos Los Días (Riccardo Fogli)
1994 - Dromen Zijn Bedrog (Marco Borsato)
2001 - Vivo En El Mar (Ricardo Montaner)



Tiens, quel beau matin!
On dirait bien que le beau temps revient
Tiens, un magicien qui me revient de loin
Elle, elle n'a pas sa pareille
Elle me donne des ailes
Des heures à respirer
C'est un cadeau du ciel
Qui vient de m'arriver

La vie est belle, le monde est beau
Soudain tout est magique
J'me sens bien dans ma peau
J'veux m'envoler
Et nous offrir des lendemains
Tenir son corps, serrer les poings

Je vais briser tous les barreaux
Pour atteindre les sommets du Kilimandjaro

Rien n'est comme hier
Je me sens bien dans mon cœur de lumière
Va, l'amour dans l'air
Et Dieu est sur la Terre
Elle, elle peut faire des merveilles
Dès que le jour se lève
Elle me sort du sommeil
Et je prends tous mes rêves
Pour des réalités

La vie est belle, le monde est beau
Soudain tout est magique
J'me sens bien dans ma peau
Pour voir le ciel comme voulait Saint-Exupéry
Viens sous mon aile
Viens par ici

Toujours plus loin
Encore plus haut
Pour atteindre les sommets du Kilimandjaro

Et je respire enfin
Le ciel s'est éclairci
Des matins d'Aladin
Jusqu'au fond de la nuit
Merci la vie, merci la vie!

La vie est belle, le monde est beau
Soudain tout est magique
J'me sens bien dans ma peau
J'veux m'envoler
Et nous offrir des lendemains
Tenir son corps, serrer les poings

Laissez-moi vivre une Histoire d'O
Pour atteindre les sommets du Kilimandjaro

Je vais briser tous les barreaux
Pour atteindre les sommets du Kilimandjaro

La vie est belle, le monde est beau
Soudain tout est magique
J'me sens bien dans ma peau
J'veux m'envoler
Et nous offrir des lendemains
Tenir son corps, serrer les poings

Laissez-moi vivre une Histoire d'O
Pour atteindre les sommets du Kilimandjaro

Y'a Une Étoile
Performer(s): Léo Ferré


Salut! ma vieille copine la terre 
T'es fatiguée? 
Ben... nous aussi 
C'est pas des raisons pour fair' des manières
Tant qu'y'a l'soleil qui fait crédit 
Salut! ma vieille copine la terre
Y'a une étoile au-d'ssus d'Paris
Qui m'a fait d'l'oeil la nuit dernière
Ma vieille copine la terre
Et pendant c'temps tu dormais
Enroulée dans les bras de ma mélancolie 
Pendant que je déambulais 
Comme un oiseau blessé dans la nuit si jolie
Salut! ma vieille copine la terre 
Dans tes jardins y'a des soucis 
Qui font d'beaux printemps à la misère
Et d'jolies fleurs pour les fusils 
Salut! ma vieille copine la terre 
Y'a une étoile au-d'ssus d'Paris 
Qui m'a fait d'l'oeil la nuit dernière 
Ma vieille copine la terre 
Et toi pendant c'temps tu peinais
A charrier sur ton dos 
Des continents d'misère 
Pendant que l'soleil se dorait
Dans sa maison tout' bleue 
Pour s'refaire un' lumière
Salut! ma vieille copine la terre 
Y'a des diamants qui font leur nid
En s'fichant pas mal de tes frontières 
Qu'il fasse jour, qu'il fasse nuit 
Salut! ma vieille copine la terre 
Y'a une étoile au-d'ssus d'Paris 
Qui n'a fait d'l'oeil la nuit dernière
Ma vieille copine la terre 
Si tu voulais bien en faucher deux ou trois 
Ça pourrait faire un' drôle de lumière
Et mettre au front d'la société 
Des diamants qu'on pourrait tailler à not' manière 
Bonjour! ma vieille copine la terre
Je te salue avec mes mains 
Avec ma voix 
Avec tout ce que je n'ai pas

Dromen Zijn Bedrog
((Adapted from: Storie Di Tutti I Giorni (Riccardo Fogli) - 1982))
Composer(s): Maurizio Fabrizio - Riccardo Fogli - Guido Morra - Han Kooreneef - Leo Driessen
Performer(s): Marco Borsato - 1994

Versions In Other Languages:
1982 - Historia De Todos Los Días (Riccardo Fogli)
1995 - La Vie Est Belle, Le Monde Est Beau (Hervé Vilard)
2001 - Vivo En El Mar (Ricardo Montaner)



Steeds als ik je zie lopen
dan gaat de hemel een klein beetje open
Sterren, je laat ze verbleken
met je ogen die altijd stralen

Jij kan de zon laten schijnen
want je loopt langs en de wolken verdwijnen
en als je lacht, lacht heel de wereld mee

De meeste dromen zijn bedrog
maar als ik wakker wordt naast jou dan droom ik nog
Ik voel je adem en zie je gezicht
je bent een droom die naast me ligt
Je kijkt me aan en rekt je uit
een keer in de zoveel tijd komen dromen uit!

Jij moet me een ding beloven
laat me nog lang in mijn dromen geloven
Zelfs als je even niet hier bent
blijf in mijn slaap dan bij me

En als de zon weer gaat schijnen
laat dan dat beeld wat ik heb niet verdwijnen
Als je zou gaan neem je mijn dromen mee

De meeste dromen zijn bedrog
maar als ik wakker wordt naast jou dan droom ik nog
Ik voel je adem en zie je gezicht
je bent een droom die naast me ligt
Je kijkt me aan en rekt je uit
een keer in de zoveel tijd komen dromen uit!

Ooh jij kan de zon laten schijnen
want je loopt langs en de wolken verdwijnen
En als je lacht, lacht heel de wereld mee

De meeste dromen zijn bedrog
maar als ik wakker wordt naast jou dan droom ik nog
Ik voel je adem en zie je gezicht
je bent een droom die naast me ligt
Je kijkt me aan en rekt je uit
zo een keer in de zoveel tijd komen dromen uit!

Je kijkt me aan en rekt je uit
een keer in de zoveel tijd komen dromen uit!

De meeste dromen zijn bedrog
maar als ik wakker wordt naast jou dan droom ik nog
Ik voel je adem en zie je gezicht
je bent een droom die naast me ligt
Je kijkt me aan en rekt je uit
een keer in de zoveel tijd komen dromen uit!

Ya Tair (O Bird)
Composer(s): The Rahbani Brothers
Performer(s): Fairouz


O bird flying 
on the tip of the world 
If you would only tell 
the beloved about me 
O bird
Go ask the one who is alone 
and wounded, all remedies of no avail 
pained and not telling 
what pains him 
and in his memory recur 
nights of childhood. 
O bird who carries 
the color of trees 
in which there's nothing but boredom 
and waiting 
with the sun's eye I wait 
on coldness of stone 
the hands of reparation shake me 
and I am troubled
I beseech you by your teachers 
which are equal to my days 
I beseech by the thorn-rose and the wind 
if you are going toward those 
whom I love 
and were love to erupt again 
take me even for one minute 
and return me