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Azam Ali & Sinan Cem Eroglu- Give Me The Flute & Sing (Aatiny Al Nay) (Fairuz Cover)
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Vocal melody composed by Najeeb Hankash
Original music composition by Sinan Cem Eroglu
Lyrics adapted from the poem "The Procession" by the great Lebanese poet, KHALIL GIBRAN
Video by Azam Ali
Translation:
Give me the flute and sing
For immortality lies in a song
And the sound of the flute will continue its lament
Long after we have all perished
Have you, as I did, taken the forest
To be your home without limitations
Have you followed the course of rivers
And climbed the rocks
Have you ever bathed in perfume
And dried yourself with light
Have you drank the dawn as wine
Rarefied in goblets of ether
Give me the flute then and sing
The best of prayer is song
And even when life perishes
The flute will continue its lament
Have you, as I did, sat in the late afternoon
Between the grape vines
With clusters of grapes hanging
Like golden chandeliers?
Have you, as I did, slept on the grass at night
And let the sky be your blanket
Abstaining from all that will come
Forgetting all that has passed
Give me the flute and sing
Forget illness and its cure
People are nothing but lines
Which are scribbled on water.
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Original music composition by Sinan Cem Eroglu
Lyrics adapted from the poem "The Procession" by the great Lebanese poet, KHALIL GIBRAN
Video by Azam Ali
Translation:
Give me the flute and sing
For immortality lies in a song
And the sound of the flute will continue its lament
Long after we have all perished
Have you, as I did, taken the forest
To be your home without limitations
Have you followed the course of rivers
And climbed the rocks
Have you ever bathed in perfume
And dried yourself with light
Have you drank the dawn as wine
Rarefied in goblets of ether
Give me the flute then and sing
The best of prayer is song
And even when life perishes
The flute will continue its lament
Have you, as I did, sat in the late afternoon
Between the grape vines
With clusters of grapes hanging
Like golden chandeliers?
Have you, as I did, slept on the grass at night
And let the sky be your blanket
Abstaining from all that will come
Forgetting all that has passed
Give me the flute and sing
Forget illness and its cure
People are nothing but lines
Which are scribbled on water.
Follow Azam Ali
—
Follow NIYAZ:
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