What A Wonderful World 

I see skies of blue, clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

All the colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands sayin' "How do you do"
They're really saying "I love you"

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

What A Wonderful World

The Widow’s Oath – Aria da Concerto is a tragic scena for mezzo-soprano, baritone, and orchestra. It begins in hushed tones, with the sea rising like a distant memory, before unfolding into a fierce vow against the tide.

The mezzo-soprano carries the widow’s grief and rage, while the baritone voice answers with depth and shadow, amplifying the drama through dialogue. The music moves through recitativo, arioso, and cabaletta forms, storm-driven by strings, harp, low winds, and percussion.

What begins as whispered mourning swells into fiery defiance, and closes on a fading coda — a vow suspended, unresolved, yet unbroken.

This is music of loss, rage, and resilience: the widow’s cry against the storm, now echoed in two voices.

[LYRICS]

’Tis said the sea forgets its dead…
But I recall each thread once bled
He kissed my cheek at break of day
then turned and sailed his soul away
I kept the hearth, I bore the strain…
now wind and wave shall taste my pain.

The dawn was pale; the gulls were keen;
his shadow thinned against the green
I warmed the fire; I held the door
the silence settled to the floor
No ring of rope, no clink of oar
the house remembered… nothing more.

Nothing more… nothing more…

O sea that takes and never weeps,
O tide that drags the deepest deeps—
You took what once was mine; take heed,
I brand your foam with grief and flame.
I salt your depths with tears and brine,
and curse the stars that watched him shine.

Tears and brine… iron vows…

They brought back neither rope nor bone
just tales of foam and voices blown
No grave to tend, no name to stone
thus howling gales shall heed my moan
I wear no black, I hang no shawl
I stoke my rage— I shall not fall
Each wave that breaks upon the shore
shall feel my grief… and hear me roar.

Hear her roar… hear her roar…

Blow, ye winds, blow— you took what’s mine!
I salt your depths with tears and brine!
Though fate may grant what storms allow
I hold fast, no storm can douse!  

Blow, ye winds, blow— return what’s mine!
Let ragged stars record the sign!
No swell shall rise ere I reclaim—
I hold fast, no storm can douse!  

So mark my voice— and mark my name…
I damn the tide; I brand the frame.
Until the deep yields what’s denied,
I stand, and hold, against the tide.
Blow, winds… blow… ye took what’s mine…
The sea is vast—
yet I… remain…

Remain…

A3-S1 The Widow’s Oath – Aria da Concerto (Mezzo-Soprano & Baritone • Operatic • Tragic • Storm)

“Masquerade” is a nocturnal dance of mystery and desire — a song where moonlight, masks, and fleeting glances intertwine. Set against a backdrop of soft shadows and whispered secrets, it captures the tension between illusion and truth, between the heart’s yearning and the games we play to hide it. With its poetic lyrics and cinematic atmosphere, Masquerade feels like a dream you almost remember — tender, haunting, and beautifully elusive.

Here are the lyrics:

[Verse]
Under the moon, a shadow's trace,
A glimmer of silver, a fleeting face.
The night is a dance, a masquerade,
Where hearts collide, yet plans evade.

[Chorus]
Moonlight whispers, secrets played,
In this quiet, velvet parade.
A fleeting glance, a love displayed,
Under the spell of the masquerade.

[Verse 2]
A hand extended, a step in time,
Your laugh a song, a perfect rhyme.
The air is thick with what’s unsaid,
A fleeting dream, a path we tread.

[Chorus]
Moonlight whispers, secrets played,
In this quiet, velvet parade.
A fleeting glance, a love displayed,
Under the spell of the masquerade.

[Bridge]
Do you know me, do you care?
Beneath this mask, am I laid bare?
Or is it just a game we play,
Until the dawn steals night away?

[Chorus]
Moonlight whispers, secrets played,
In this quiet, velvet parade.
A fleeting glance, a love displayed,
Under the spell of the masquerade.

Masquerade

Résumé de l’album Les Lois de la Nature
Un album libertin en 13 chansons qui retrace, pas à pas, le cheminement de la pensée libre à travers les philosophes, les salons secrets, la critique des lois, la célébration des plaisirs, jusqu’à l’hymne final à la nature. De Cyrano à Épicure, de Montaigne aux libres penseurs, chaque chanson dévoile une étape : le doute, la provocation, la sensualité, l’égalité, la révolte contre les dogmes, pour finir dans la lumière d’une liberté universelle. Une fresque moderne, élégante et chaloupée, dans l’esprit des bars feutrés et de l’Art Déco, où la philosophie et le désir s’unissent en musique.


9. L’homme inconstant

Dark Eyes

Mary Hopkin - Those Were The Days - 1968

Live Performance of Michel Legrand's 'Windmills of Your Mind' on Sahibet El-Saada program on CBC.

String Arrangement by George Kolta
Piano by Shady El-Halawany
Mixing by Essam El-Saharty

9. L’homme inconstant

Rémi Delpech