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محلاكى يا مريم

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ترنيمة ما احلاكي يا مريم - كورال تي بارثينوس - 2023

ايديك ياربي مسكاني

This is a song I've based on an old guitar recording. The lyrics were written to fit the motif and the song is performed by persona Miss B and is produced with Suno v5.

Lyrics © Señor Barends

Your shoulder near mine carries more than you say 
A small drift of warmth that doesn’t hurry away 
You pause like you’re weighing a thought you won’t name 
Just for a brief moment, but I feel it all the same
So I breathe where you breathe, letting our pulses align

Your fingers trace idle shapes on the edge of the table 
Slow circles and half-lines, unfinished but stable 
I catch how you linger before looking my way 
Like your thoughts drift a little, then quietly stay 
And the room feels smaller each time you turn toward me

If you lean an inch, I feel it all the way through 
Your nearness settles me, the way warm light settles dew 
No need for louder signs, no grandeur or rush 
Just your quiet leaning close, close enough to touch 
And somehow that small distance means so much

Your voice drops low when you're thinking out loud 
Barely above the hush of this settling crowd 
I hear every tremor, each unguarded tone 
Like the things you don't say want their moment to roam 
And I follow their footprints straight back to your side

If you lean an inch, I feel it all the way through 
Your nearness settles me, the way warm light settles dew 
No need for louder signs, no grandeur or rush 
Just your quiet leaning close, close enough to touch 
And somehow that small distance means so much

Maybe we don’t name it yet, maybe we just let it grow  
I don’t need answers tonight, I just need you to know  
If the world stayed quiet like this, I’d stay  where I am  
In the soft pause before you turn toward me again
Right next to you, your hand almost touching mine...

If you lean just a breath, I feel it deep in my chest  
Your nearness steadies me, honest and effortless  
I don’t reach for big signs, won’t push for too much  
Just your quiet leaning close, close enough to touch  
And that small, glowing distance tells more than the rest

Close Enough

من بعد غربتى

انا شاعر بألامك انا حاسس بألامك كل ده مريت بيه 
 اوعاك تفتكر انك متساب فى احزانك 
اوعاك تفتكر انك وحيد وسط الامك 
 ده ان فى الصليب ضربونى بالحربة ثقبونى بالمسامير ضربونى 
ده أنا فى الصليب رفعونى على الخشبة عرونى وهانونى صلبونى
انا شاعر بألامك انا حاسس بألامك كل ده مريت بيه 
 اوعاك تفتكر انك متساب فى احزانك 
اوعاك تفتكر انك وحيد وسط الامك
ده انت المحبوب على كفى انا نقشتك
تحت جناحى انا سترتك
هتخاف من ايه
ده انت ممسوك بذراعى القديرة
أنا راعى الحظيرة
يا غالى

ترنيمه انا شاعر بيك / ترنيم بيتر ممدوح

ترنيمة أيوة بشوفك _ مينا حليم

من وحي ثيؤطوكية الاربعاء 

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ايديك ياربي مسكاني

Marina wahib