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Marcel Khalife / مارسيل خليفة

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La poesia che il grande poeta palestinese Mahmud Darwish / محمود درويش, scomparso il 9 agosto scorso all'età di 67 anni, dedicò alla propria compagna israeliana. Una poesia d'amore e di pace che il virtuoso musicista libanese Marcel Khalife ha messo in musica ed eseguito.

Mahmoud Darwish. محمود درويش.
Mahmoud Darwish. محمود درويش.


Le poème que le grand poète palestinien Mahmoud Darwich, qui a disparu le 9 août 2008 âgé de 67 ans, a dédié a Rita, sa compagne israélienne. Un poème d'amour et de paix que le musicien et virtuose libanais Marcel Khalife a mis en musique et chanté.

The poem that the great Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish, who passed away on August 9, 2008 at the age of 67, dedicated to his Israeli-born sweetheart, and that the Lebanese musician and virtuoso Marcel Khalife has set to music and performed.
[AWS/CCG Staff]
بين ريتا و عيوني بندقية
و الذي يعرف ريتا
ينحني و يصلي
لإله في العيون العسلية

و أنا قبلت ريتا عندما كانت صغيرة
و أنا أذكر كيف التصقت بي
و غطت ساعدي أجمل ضفيرة
و انا أذكر ريتا مثلما
يذكر عصفور غديرها
أه ريتا
بيننا مليون عصفور و صورة
و مواعيد كثيرة
أطلقت نار عليها بندقية

بين ريتا و عيوني بندقية
و الذي يعرف ريتا
ينحني و يغني
لإله في العيون العسلية

اسم ريتا كان عيدا في فمي
جسم ريتا كان عرس في دمي
و أنا ضعت بريتا سنتين
و هي نامت فوق زندي سنتين
وتعاهدنا على أجمل كأس
و احترقنا و احترقنا و احترقنا و احترقنا
في نبيذ الشفتين
وولدنا مرتين
أأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأه ريتا أأأأأأأأأه ريتا
أي شيء رد عن عينيك عيني
سوى إخفائتين و غيوم عسلية
قبل هذي البندقية

كان يا ما كان يا صمت العشية
قمري هاجر في الصبح بعيدا
في العيون العسلية
و المدينة كنست كل المغنين و ريتا

بين ريتا و عيوني بندقية بندقية أأأأأأأأأأأأأه بندقية

2008/3/15 - 18:24




Language: English

English version by Chris
from Arabic songs and translations
RITA

Between Rita and my eyes there is a gun
And the one who knows Rita
Bows and prays
To a god in the amber eyes

And I kissed Rite when she was small
And I recall how she clung to me
And the pretty little one immersed my forearm
And I recall Rita like when
The sparrow recalls its puddle
Ah Rita
Between us are a million sparrows and a picture
And many dates
The gun fired at her

Rita's name was a celebration in my mouth
Rita's body was a wedding in my blood
And I was lost for two years with Rita
And she slept upon my forearm for two years
And we promised to each other on the most beautiful cup
And we burned and we burned and we burned and we burned
In the wine of two lips
And we were born again

Ah rita ah rita
What turned my eyes away from yours
Except two secrets and amber eyes
Before this gun

Once upon a time oh silence of the evening
My moon fled faroff into the morning
The amber eyes
And the city swept away all the singers and Rita

Between Rita and my eyes is a gun, a gun aaahhh a gun

2008/3/15 - 18:26




Language: French

Version française d'après tvbruits.org
RITA

Entre Rita et mes yeux : un fusil
Et celui qui connaît Rita se prosterne
Adresse une prière
A la divinité qui rayonne dans ses yeux de miel

Moi, j’ai embrassé Rita
Quand elle était petite
Je me rappelle comment elle se colla contre moi
Et de sa plus belle tresse couvrit mon bras
Je me rappelle Rita
Ainsi qu’un moineau se rappelle son étang
Ah Rita
Entre nous, mille oiseaux mille images
D’innombrables rendez-vous
Criblés de balles.

Le nom de Rita prenait dans ma bouche un goût de fête
Dans mon sang le corps de Rita était célébration de noces
Deux ans durant, elle a dormi sur mon bras
Nous prêtâmes serment autour du plus beau calice
Et nous brulâmes
Dans le vin des lèvres
Et ressuscitâmes

Ah Rita
Qu’est-ce qui a pu éloigner mes yeux des tiens
Hormis le sommeil
Et les nuages de miel
Avant que ce fusil ne s’interpose entre nous

Il était une fois
Ô silence du crépuscule
Au matin, ma lune a émigré, loin
Dans les yeux couleur de miel
La ville
A balayé tous les aèdes, et Rita
Entre Rita et mes yeux, un fusil.

Contributed by Riccardo Venturi - 2008/8/27 - 11:56




Language: Italian

Traduzione italiana dal volume intitolato “La terra più amata. Voci della letteratura palestinese”, a ‎cura di Wasim Dahmash, Tommaso di Francesco e Pino Blasone, Manifesto Libri, Roma, 2002‎.
RITA E IL FUCILE

Fra Rita e i miei occhi si leva un fucile.
Quelli che conoscono Rita,
s`inchinano e pregano i suoi occhi di miele divino.
Ho baciato Rita bambina,
lei si è stretta a me, lo ricordo…
I suoi capelli mi coprivano il braccio.
Ricordo Rita
Come l’uccello ricorda la sua fontana.
Oh, Rita!
Un milione di immagini
Un milione di uccelli
Un milione di appuntamenti
Sono stati assassinati da un fucile.
Il nome di Rita, festa per le mie labbra.
Il corpo di Rita, nozze per il mio sangue.
Per due anni, mi sono perduto in lei.
Per due anni lei si è distesa sul mio braccio,
uniti nel fuoco delle nostre labbra,
siamo resuscitati per due volte.
Oh, Rita!
Chi avrebbe potuto sciogliere i nostri sguardi,
prima che si levasse un fucile?
Oh, notte di silenzio!
C`era una volta…
Una luna è calata all`alba…
Lontano, in occhi di miele
E la città ha cancellato Rita e le canzoni…
Fra Rita e i miei occhi, si leva un fucile.‎

Contributed by Dead End - 2012/11/20 - 10:38




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