C'est une chanson de Choukri, un style magnifique.
Les paroles en anglais :)
I dreamt Ralla Buya as a pigeon that Wanders on its way She brought a letter from far ancestors Her worry about tomorrow makes that I swim in her tears She tells me the message with a clear voice Oh, chained soul, she speaks Forget your problems Search deep into yourself, who has humiliated you so much Who crumbled days as old loaves of bread? How can I still distinguish between you and the dead? Return again as an orchid, although weak Oh Buya, I called, when they put you to fire alive I remained behind as a hanging truth One makes a question of me Wandering like a madman Oh my queen, your name is always live In my mind, I have given you a fixed place That can root in my heart You make, my queen, an even thirstier source fountain I miss your songs As my own songs so confused You are my ideal person It hurts me When I see how they treat you.
