The Ancient Child Lyrics

Song	The Ancient Child
Artist	Abed Azrié
Album	Chants de l'arbre oriental (Remastered 2020)
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	作词 : Michel Hayek
	作曲 : Abed Azrié
	With your name I can cure
	pain after pain
	and if I whisper it,
	the wounds begin to heal.
	But stay, ask me no more
	about the burning purity that once was in my eyes :
	a secret coming from you
	that now has been effaced.
	Never since I left the cradle, o Mother,
	have I found sleep again.
	I was mad into a man
	and the child in me grew old.
	Of what you knew are left only some broken pieces,
	but if you sing, the ancient child
	will rise once more in the melody.
	For in your voice there still civets
	the swing of bygone time
	around which years are thrown together
	and all eternity is gathered.
	Every time night falls onto the world,
	dread also falls upon my breast
	and a thousand cares possess me.
	How I do fear for you
	that you may go to sleep never to wake again,
	when daylight breaks
	from the pit of darkness.
	Who knows towards what shores, what open sea
	the boat of the dead takes you
	in the deaf night.
	You return, shortly before dawn.
	Night is a hay steak
	strewn all over your rumpled hair,
	and fear has drawn around your eyes
	the enigmas of strange tattoos.
	If only I could run with you
	towards some mountain speak,
	or borrow a star
	so we could flee the face of nothingness
	and reach primeval eternity
	on its most remote incline.
	There would you live, forever sheltered,
	between God’s blessing and my love.

	zuo ci : Michel Hayek
	zuo qu : Abed Azri
	With your name I can cure
	pain after pain
	and if I whisper it,
	the wounds begin to heal.
	But stay, ask me no more
	about the burning purity that once was in my eyes :
	a secret coming from you
	that now has been effaced.
	Never since I left the cradle, o Mother,
	have I found sleep again.
	I was mad into a man
	and the child in me grew old.
	Of what you knew are left only some broken pieces,
	but if you sing, the ancient child
	will rise once more in the melody.
	For in your voice there still civets
	the swing of bygone time
	around which years are thrown together
	and all eternity is gathered.
	Every time night falls onto the world,
	dread also falls upon my breast
	and a thousand cares possess me.
	How I do fear for you
	that you may go to sleep never to wake again,
	when daylight breaks
	from the pit of darkness.
	Who knows towards what shores, what open sea
	the boat of the dead takes you
	in the deaf night.
	You return, shortly before dawn.
	Night is a hay steak
	strewn all over your rumpled hair,
	and fear has drawn around your eyes
	the enigmas of strange tattoos.
	If only I could run with you
	towards some mountain speak,
	or borrow a star
	so we could flee the face of nothingness
	and reach primeval eternity
	on its most remote incline.
	There would you live, forever sheltered,
	between God' s blessing and my love.

	zuò cí : Michel Hayek
	zuò qǔ : Abed Azri
	With your name I can cure
	pain after pain
	and if I whisper it,
	the wounds begin to heal.
	But stay, ask me no more
	about the burning purity that once was in my eyes :
	a secret coming from you
	that now has been effaced.
	Never since I left the cradle, o Mother,
	have I found sleep again.
	I was mad into a man
	and the child in me grew old.
	Of what you knew are left only some broken pieces,
	but if you sing, the ancient child
	will rise once more in the melody.
	For in your voice there still civets
	the swing of bygone time
	around which years are thrown together
	and all eternity is gathered.
	Every time night falls onto the world,
	dread also falls upon my breast
	and a thousand cares possess me.
	How I do fear for you
	that you may go to sleep never to wake again,
	when daylight breaks
	from the pit of darkness.
	Who knows towards what shores, what open sea
	the boat of the dead takes you
	in the deaf night.
	You return, shortly before dawn.
	Night is a hay steak
	strewn all over your rumpled hair,
	and fear has drawn around your eyes
	the enigmas of strange tattoos.
	If only I could run with you
	towards some mountain speak,
	or borrow a star
	so we could flee the face of nothingness
	and reach primeval eternity
	on its most remote incline.
	There would you live, forever sheltered,
	between God' s blessing and my love.

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