{"id":16949,"date":"2022-01-21T20:17:07","date_gmt":"2022-01-22T00:17:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/?p=16949"},"modified":"2022-01-21T22:45:21","modified_gmt":"2022-01-22T02:45:21","slug":"lebanons-and-the-arab-worlds-diva-is-there-anything-more-moving-than-fairouz-voice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/index.php\/2022\/01\/21\/lebanons-and-the-arab-worlds-diva-is-there-anything-more-moving-than-fairouz-voice\/","title":{"rendered":"Lebanon’s and the Arab world’s diva: Is there anything more moving than Fairouz’ voice?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Surprise: Bambi would like to dedicate this post to you Mary as well as to her own dad. Both have an impressive collection of Fairouz songs. They must surely have the following two pieces. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bambi is now also thinking of her friend Firas in heaven (yesterday was his birthday actually). He was also passionate about Fairouz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To come back to the post now, it will introduce two songs. The first one is entitled “We used to meet<\/em>” and it is from a famous musical of the Rahbanis. Bambi woke up this morning singing it. No clue why. She must have heard it on her internet radio this week. It kept coming to her mind several times during her busy day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Below you can find the lyrics followed by the song:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe used to meet at night<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sitting on the old bridge<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the fog used to come down the\nValley<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Erasing the horizon along with\nthe road<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

No body then knew where we were<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Except the sky and the autumn\nleaves<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then you said I love, I do\nlove you<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the sad cloud took us and ran\naway<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, my old years that passed,\nplease come back<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just for one time come back<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And leave me on the door steps of\nmy childhood<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you do, I will run under the\nsun of roads<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, my old years that passed,\nplease come back<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just for one time come back<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Give me back my smiles which have\ngone<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Far away to the corners of yards<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

You remember what they said about\nme<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

when I waited and you just forgot\nto show up<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then winter came<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And summer came too but you didn’t\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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