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DRISS TEMSAMANI
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When I am with you; Oh...
How hours become seconds
Take my hand, Bent Bladi
Take me away because tonight
You and I will be forever one.
The city is much smaller for us
We have walked every street and there isn’t much to see
Getting lost in your eyes is my only hope Bent Bladi
So much to discover..
My journey with you has just begun
If they ever find me on the moon
No one should be surprised
Your kisses and tender love have thought me to fly Bent Bladi
What has been years since you first smiled
Have felt like days to this face that looks old and tired
Moroccan pride, the walk, the talk, everything but the promise you want
Selfish I have been to want your company
Hard I should have been working to provide the ring and what you desire
You deserve a better life, and I can’t watch someone else give it to you Bent Bladi
I will now go, before the day comes
There is much to do tonight
My flame will burn strong and bright for you Bent Bladi
Today, I will make everything all right
I climb the ghost ship without looking behind
I know you are there
Firm feet in the sand
Washed by the tears of my hope
I cry to the song of your goodbye while I smile thinking that
One day soon, bent Bladi will be mine
It has been fours hours
No lights, no sounds and no signs of gold
I am afraid Bent Bladi my passage is getting rough
Oh! Please god for the love
Let me make it so I can be with her in this life
My thought was cut while holding to your prayer
Solid ground gave away
Dark, cold water and your name loud I called hoping for you to hear
Something has gone wrong Bent Bladi
Never has a tear felt so warm on a cold cheek
With desperate hands I fight to swim back to your love
Please throw me a sign that you are there Bent Bladi!
Asleep you must be tonight
Nothing to hold on to
I slowly fall In the darkness of what was supposed to be bright
Rushing to meet the ultimate punishment
losing Bent Bladi as my wife Never to reunite
Busy your hand was Bent Bladi
Not throwing me hopes to get back
How Sad I will not be to know that
While my life was taking away
A world of class was sitting at your side
In my wet grave peaceful I will rest
With many broken hopes a heart joins tonight
This is the story of misfortune, lost dreams, perished souls and the love of Bent Bladi
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