A passport to Paris .

فيفي و الزهرات الصغيرات

You Raise Me Up - André Rieu .. ( Violin )

رائعة أحمد فؤاد نجم بصوت مريم صالح 
 
واه يا عبد الودود
يا رابص ع الحدود
و محافظ ع النظام
كيفك يا واد صحيح
عسى الله تكون مليح
و راقب للامام
امك ع تدعى ليك
و ع تسلم عليك
وتقول بعد السلام
خليك جدع لابوك
ليقولوا منين جابوك
و يمسخوا الكلام
واه يا عبد الودود
ع اقولك وانت خابر
كل القضيه عاد
ولسه دم خيك ما شرباش التراب
حسك عينك تزحزح يدك عن الزناد
خليك يا عبده راصد لساعة الحساب
آن الآوان يا ولدى ما عاد الا اليعاد
تنفض الشركه واصل
وينزاحو الكلاب
ان كنت واد لابوك
تجيبلى تار اخوك
و الاهل يبلغوك جميعا السلام
واه يا عبد الودود
كيفك وكيف زمايلك عسى الله طيبين
خالك زناتى جاى لك ضمن المطوعين
واختك تطلع يوماتى ع المستشفى القديمه
حاكم ع يمرنوها فى العركه تكون حكيمه
و محمدين موافى يتعلم المطافى
و يقولك شد عزمك ويقول لك العوافى
من هنا القرايب والعيله والعيال
بيبلغوك سلامهم ولتمة الرجال
وآخر الكلام نقولك فى الختام
الله يصون بلدنا ويحرص السلام
والدك حسن محارب
غفير برج الحمام


واه يا عبد الودود - مريم صالح

Sous Le Ciel De Paris -  Accordion

Lyrics : 
I like New York in June, how about you? 
I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?
 I love a fireside when a storm is due I like potato chips, moonlight, motor trips, how about you?
 I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill And James Durantes looks give me a thrill Holding hands in the movie show When all the lights are low may not be new But I like it, how about you?
 

How About You ? - Frank Sinatra

وحيفا من هُنا بدأتْ 
وأحمدُ سُلّـمُ الكرمِلْ 
وبسملةُ الندى والزعتر البلدي والمنزلْ 
لا تسرقوهُ من السنونو 
لا تأخذوهُ من الندى 
كتبتْ مراثيها العيونُ 
و تركتُ قلبي للصدى 
لا تسرقوهُ من الأبدِ 
و تبعثروهُ على الصليبْ 
فهوَ الخريطةُ والجسدِ 
وهوَ اشتعال العندليبْ 
لا تأخذوهُ من الحمامْ 
لا ترسلوهُ إلى الوظيفة 
لا ترسموا دمه وسامْ 
فهو البنفسجُ في قذيفة ..

لارا عليان - حيفا

مصطفى قمر - كان في مره طفل صغير

فاطمة عيد - سلمولي عليه

جوزى اتجوز عليا - فاطمة عيد

على هذه الأرض ما يستحقّ الحياةْ: على هذه الأرض سيدةُ

الأرض، أم البدايات أم النهايات. كانت تسمى فلسطين. صارتْ

تسمى فلسطين. سيدتي: أستحق، لأنك سيدتي، أستحق الحياة.

على هذه الأرض ما يستحق الحياة - أمل مرقص

علمتني يا نور عيوني الامتثال ، واحتار دليلي بين تيهك والجوى .

ضيعت مستقبل حياتي - صباح فخري

Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan.
 Things were very hot that year.
 All the wax was melting in the trees.
 He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy. 
Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair. 
 Everything was gold.  
One night the bed caught fire. He was handsome and a very good criminal. We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars. 
It was the afternoon of extravagant delight. 
Danny the daredevil.
 Candy went missing.
 The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks
 I want to try it your way this time.
 You came into my life really fast and I liked it. 
We squelched in the mud of our joy. 
I was wet-thighed with surrender. 
Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted. 
This is the business. This, is what we're after. With you inside me comes the hatch of death. 
And perhaps I'll simply never sleep again. The monster in the pool. 
We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans. Everywhere I looked. And sometimes I hate you. Friday --
 I didn't mean that, mother of the blueness. Angel of the storm. 
Remember me in my opaqueness. You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth.
 Fly away sun. Ha ha fucking ha you are so funny Dan.
 A vase of flowers by the bed. My bare blue knees at dawn. 
These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too. 
I broke your head on the back of the bed
 but the baby he died in the morning. 
I gave him a name. His name was Thomas.
 Poor little god. His heart pounds like a voodoo drum .

Once upon a time there was Candy and Dan

Beatles - Yesterday .. Manhattan Jazz Orchestra

Some other French music : 
Sous Le Ciel De Paris - Accordion : https://soundcloud.com/amiraelgohary/sous-le-ciel-de-paris-accordion
A passport to Paris : https://soundcloud.com/amiraelgohary/a-passport-to-paris

A Corner Cafe in Paris

الفن

لونان في غفوة جفن، يلهو بهما سرب حمام
إنسان في زرقة بحر، لونُه حبر يسرّ كلام

لو كان لي قمري ووجه بحري، لحضنتُ كلَّ البحار
لو كان لي أمري و عشقٌ أزلي، ما خذلتُ هارباً من نار

بالعشق ؛ تستوي كلُّ العيوب والشّكّ ينهار
بالعشق؛ تنتهي فينا الحروب و تزهو الأقدار
وحبيبي يمسك بي ... نمشي سويّاً الرّمل بلا خوفٍ ولا أسفٍ آه

وجهان في قهوة حسن، يمسك بهما شطّ غرام
ألوان في عتمة دهر، ترسم خيوط الأحلام

قصة عشق - لينا شاماميان / من ألبوم لونان 2016

كان فى واحدة ست عندها 12 بنت

Music is by Khaled Hammad from " The Yacoubian building " film,2006.
This track was once on SC - with the same name - but was removed for some reason so I reuploded it.

The Cairo Waltz

Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you

when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.

I was hard as granite, I
leered at the
sun.
I trusted no man and
especially no
woman.

I was living a hell in
small rooms, I broke
things, smashed things,
walked through glass,
cursed.
I challenged everything,
was continually being
evicted, jailed, in and
out of fights, in and out
of my mind.
women were something
to screw and rail
at, I had no male
friends,

I changed jobs and
cities, I hated holidays,
babies, history,
newspapers, museums,
grandmothers,
marriage, movies,
spiders, garbagemen,
english accents,spain,
france,italy,walnuts and
the color
orange.
algebra angred me,
opera sickened me,
charlie chaplin was a
fake
and flowers were for
pansies.

peace and happiness to me
were signs of
inferiority,
tenants of the weak
and
addled
mind.

but as I went on with
my alley fights,
my suicidal years,
my passage through
any number of
women-it gradually
began to occur to
me
that I wasn’t different

from the
others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome
with hatred,
glossed over with petty
grievances,
the men I fought in
alleys had hearts of stone.
everybody was nudging,
inching, cheating for
some insignificant
advantage,
the lie was the
weapon and the
plot was
empty,
darkness was the
dictator.

cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
rooms
just staring at the
knobs of some
dresser
or listening to the
rain in the
dark.
the less I needed
the better I
felt.

maybe the other life had worn me
down.
I no longer found
glamour
in topping somebody
in conversation.
or in mounting the
body of some poor
drunken female
whose life had
slipped away into
sorrow.

I could never accept
life as it was,
i could never gobble
down all its
poisons
but there were parts,
tenuous magic parts
open for the
asking.

I re formulated
I don’t know when,
date, time, all
that
but the change
occurred.
something in me
relaxed, smoothed
out.
i no longer had to
prove that I was a
man,

I didn’t have to prove
anything.

I began to see things:
coffee cups lined up
behind a counter in a
cafe.
or a dog walking along
a sidewalk.
or the way the mouse
on my dresser top
stopped there
with its body,
its ears,
its nose,
it was fixed,
a bit of life
caught within itself
and its eyes looked
at me
and they were
beautiful.
then- it was
gone.http://bukowskiquotes.com/2018/11/charles-bukowski-poem-let-it-enfold-you-featured-in-movie-beautiful-boy/

Timothée Chalamet Reads 'Let It Enfold You' By Charles Bukowski

All the lonely people, Where do they all come from?

Beatles .. Eleanor Rigby - London Symphonic Orchestra.

والوقت يجري مني ويهرب 
وكل يوم ما بينا يعلى سور

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يدرى - سعاد ماسي - ألبوم أمنية 2019

محمد محسن -فدائى

البحر بيضحك ليه - مريم صالح

دنيا مسعود - يا زايد فى الحلاوة

Yesterday, I went outside
With my mama's mason jar
Caught a lovely butterfly
When I woke up today
Looked in on my fairy pet
She had withered all away
No more sighing in her breast
I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
Every time I pin down what I think I want
It slips away, the ghost slips away
Smell you on my hand for days
I can't wash away your scent
If I'm a dog, then you're a bitch
I guess you're as real as me
Maybe I can live with that
Maybe I need fantasy
Life of chasing butterfly
I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
Every time I pin down what I think I want
It slips away, the ghost slips away
I told you I would return
When the robin makes his nest
But I ain't never coming back
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Butterfly

قتلوني عيونا السود - وديع الصافي

كلمات: مرسى جميل عزيز
ألحان: بليغ حمدى

شادية - الحنه يا حنه يا قطر الندى

سامح .. ممكن ننسى اللى فات ؟-"
ننسى !! لا أنا و لا أنت يا شهد هنقدرننسى-
تعالى نحاول-
لسه فيكى حيل يا شهد !!؟

"..... أيوة

الموسيقي ل : هاني عادل



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