Pierre Bensusan Lyrics
(Lyrics: François Lemmonier, Music: Pierre Bensusan, English Adapt: Mike Vogel)
Doa, you've made me
So high on life
Doa, idleness
Summertime of words
Tales that you write
On leaves of trees
Come to life
From within you
You are draped in dances
That evoke far more
Doatea
I await each turn
Of your silk-embroidered skirt
Swirling round and round your knees
Gliding like the wings of birds
Lofting over long, narrow street
Do you know how much I pain
To see you up so high ?
My song calls to mind
Your hands, lips and hair
And you arrive from behind
My tightly closed eyes
You land on my strings
Like a falcon a-wing
The light fades into air
When you aren't there
Music is yours
Music is ours
Were at home everywhere
Under your breath, beneath your silks
Removed, Doatea
You've left behind just for me
Your castles in the sky
My song calls you to mind
And you arrive from behind
My tightly closed eyes
You land on my strings
Like a falcon a-wing
The light reappears
My song, my kiss
On your hands
Doatea comes to dance
to dance
C. & P. 1981 Dadgad Music (Sacem, France)
