Oh goodness, I'm in love.
My little sister is currently on the trip of a life time to experience life in France with her long (long.) time boyfriend. She links me to amusing things she sees sometimes but today she linked me this wonderful little song:
This is Zaz. I've never heard of her, but she's got a triple platinum album so..Other people have.
I dug this song originally because of her lightly husky voice and the fun, bouncy vibe of it. It's a feel good tune, even if you don't speak a word of French.
Looking up a translation of it is what made me adore this song. It's message is one that I can totally connect with and it's phrased so wonderfully that I have to share the translation here:
We will go and listen to Harlem at the corner of Manhattan
We will go and redden the tea in the souks in Amman
We will go swimming in the bed of the Senegal River
And we will see Mumbai burn beneath Bengal Fire (A type of firework.)
We will go and scratch the sky below Kyoto
We will go and feel Rio beat at the heart of Janeiro
We will raise our eyes to the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
And we will raise our glasses in the Cafe Pushkin (That's a French reference.)
Oh, how good our luck is
With the thousand colours of the human being
Mixed by our differences
At the crossroad of destinies
You are the stars, we are the universe
You are a grain of sand, we are the desert
You are a thousand pages and me, I am the pen
You are the horizon and we are the sea
You are the seasons and we are the earth
You are the shore and me, I am the foam
We will say that poets do not have flags
We will have as many days of celebration as we have heroes
We will know that children are the guardians of the soul
And that there are as many queens as there are women
We will say that meetings make the best voyages
We will see that we deserve only that which is shared
We will hear sung music from other places
And we will know how to give the best we have
I really, really love this.
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