Ms. Abeer Nehme with the National Arab Orchestra: Is there anything simpler and more beautiful than a butterfly interacting with a lily [“Frashay w Zahra”]?

A picture taken from the internet

Despite its absurdity, or even cruelty at times, life is essentially beautiful.

Whether in its immensity or in its little tiny moments, life with all its forms, shapes, and species is simply magical.

This songs describes a moment in nature between a butterfly and a lily, along with a romantic narrative, by the Lebanese song writer/singer Mr. Zaki Nassif. May his memory be eternal; thanks to the National Arab Orchestra and Ms. Abeer Nehme for this lovely tribute.

If you are interested in the English translation of the Lebanese-Arabic lyrics, you can find them following the song. Today, Bambi’s faithful friend was unavailable (yes, she is talking about that same dear Mr. Google Translate!). She replaced him to the best of her capacity. She did so with the help of the internet in general.

“Pick me the sweetest flower
Oh butterfly, take me away
A flower that suits the blonde
A clip/decoration for her hair
A flower that suits the blonde
A decoration/clip for her hair
Pure, sweet, sweeter than a child’s laughter

And let the lily shout to the butterfly, from its heart, a singing poem
And let the bird do the translation and the tweeting
And the crack of dawn rhythms to the butterfly a beautiful note on its cords
Pick me the sweetest flower
Oh butterfly, take me away
A flower that suits the blonde
A decoration/clip for her hair
A flower that suits the blonde
A decoration/clip for her hair

Pure marble colour and tales of fire
And the soil of the brown inventory and the old snow
It is the dream of the green valley and the glory of the bay leaf
And if I know how to describe more than I tell you to tell me, oh
Pick me the sweetest flower
Oh butterfly, take me away
A flower that suits the blonde
A decoration/clip for her hair
A flower that suits the blonde
A decoration/clip for her hair
Pure marble colour and tales of fire
And the soil of the brown inventory and the old snow
It is the dream of the green valley and the glory of the bay leaf
.”

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