بتمني انساك شيرين 2025(128K).mp3

Dance Life

The Race Is On

Electric Night

Ahmed Saad - Mekassarat ) _ أحمد سعد - مكسرات mp3

Before It Breaks the Sound.Alt version 2.Reggae

perfect - Renegade Alien & Leftfield Funk

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J


[Verse 1]
Father God, I come to the place again
That you torment my brain every moment of my life
You know you told me everything that everybody needs
Everybody, everybody’s sin, everybody doesn’t need
You told me, you reveal
You told me where they’ve been, where they felt
Where every single pain that they every moment of their life

And no, I know what you wonder—
Their uncles, their cousins, their nephews, their dads
Their nephews, their brothers, their cousins, their next door neighbor
You know the one that abused you
I remember every single one like it was yesterday
The pain in my mind, you know, flourishes every day
There’s not a moment that I don’t go without pain

Father God, is this my life that I’m supposed to be refrained from?
Oh my God—You told me that I’m supposed to be loved
And I show everybody about your love
But I know no matter what, deep down inside of me
Is a love that confessed inside of me
Moments in my life that I realize I’m starving
I’m starving for love, I’m starving for this caressness

Father God, the faith that you said you gave me
Father God, where are you? Where do you remain?
You see me hurting? Are you just lost inside of everything else
That you’re trying to do to just control the world?
Control everything that we do and say
Everything that we speak

Even take out our sisters because you know what,
You wanted to wake us up, mind up, yeah
You wanted us to feel
Yeah, I know how your mind works
Yeah, you lose so much pain, yeah, to get us to what?
To follow you?

But you let us suffer so much endurance
And I know and whatever mind, oh my God, I’m mad at you
Yeah, yeah, I am, I am
Let so much pain happen to this earth
And you sit back and cry and not even do nothing
Then you send people like me to go out there and feel so much pain
To change, why?
So you can continue to hurt this world
The way that you do every single day of your life

Yeah, I’m talking to you straight up, God
What are you trying to do? What are you trying to prove?
A world hurting and broken, yeah, and distressed and yeah
Yeah, you’re sitting there telling us to love your name

[Chorus (Hook)]
Straight up, God, I’m crying out to You
This pain is heavy, but I’m still speaking truth
Straight up, God, what are You trying to do?
I’m standing here broken, still reaching for You

[Verse 2]
Jesus
That name supposed to change the way that I think
The way that I frame, the way that I am, the way that I feel?
You let me go through so much pain
Yeah, you take away all my sins, but yet again
Let me just suffer in the same moments of my life
When I was such a child, yeah, from moments of begin

[Chorus (Hook)]
Straight up, God, I’m crying out to You
This pain is heavy, but I’m still speaking truth
Straight up, God, what are You trying to do?
I’m standing here broken, still reaching for You

[Outro / Bridge idea]
I’m starving for love, I’m starving for faith
Father God, show me where You remain
In the hurt and the pain, in the moments I bleed
I’m still crying out, Lord, come rescue me

Straight Up, God

Première pensée   (Translated after French text )
Vidéo :  https://youtu.be/NYPOfarT2w0
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Dans le vase de mon cœur
L’amour est à ras bord.
Dans le tien, une fleur
T'offre une nouvelle aurore.
Dans le sol de mon cœur
S’est ouverte une crevasse.
Le tien, d’heure en heure,
Se durcit et se tasse.
Dans la salle de bain
Où j'me rends présentable,
Je n'me trouve plus aimable
Et je te cherche en vain.
Mes yeux n’ont pas compris,
Immobiles dans la glace,
Butés comme des impasses,
Et ce corps inutile...
Quand viendra-t-il ce jour
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton langage,
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton visage,
Où ma première pensée
Sera d'boire un café ?
Je voudrais comme toi
Etre hors la loi d’amour,
Mais je suis condamnée
A te faire vivre toujours.
Je voudrais comme toi
Faire juste un demi-tour
Et t’avoir oublié.
Dis-moi comment tu fais.


First thought

In the vase of my heart
Love is overflowing.
In yours, a flower
Offers you a new dawn.
In the soil of my heart
A crack has opened.
Yours, hour by hour,
Hardens and settles.
In the bathroom
Where I make myself presentable,
I no longer find myself lovable
And I search for you in vain.
My eyes have not understood,
Motionless in the mirror,
Stubborn like dead ends,
And this useless body...
When will that day come
When my first thought
Will not be of you,
When my first thought
Will not be your face,
When my first thought
Will be to drink a coffee?
I would like, like you,
To be outside the law of love,
But I am condemned
To keep you alive forever.
I would like, like you,
To just turn around
And forget you.
Tell me how you do it.

Première pensée avec Muette

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