in Mamou's arms

*In Mamou's arms

The bed of your rivers

A stone around my neck

And my mother tongue

 

I carry many accents

In my dandelion mouth

And sow to the four winds

stories and songs

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From the four corners of the world

From the city or the fields

I have a wandering soul

And my heart is a kite

 

Exile myself for love

Adventure or error

Committed or unexpected 

Escape the echo of rumors  

 

I came for two days

Thirty years ago

Made a thousand and one detours

*to your Soleil Levant

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And my eyes fascinated

Your millennial beauty 

I hung my feet

In your wide open arms

 

And your wild smell

your drag queen look

You don't look your age

*Oh my legs are dancing

 

Your four season's skin

Of unceded land

With your permission

I'll walk here barefoot

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Our hearts beating 

Our hands spinning and dancing

In the hollow of your valley

A rain of seeds

 

 Your throat that resonates 

In the echo of the drums

our bodies that shivers

And trembling of love

 

And my wandering hands

on your watershed

Thy Not-Rocky Mountains

Where will our children be born 

 

We will mix roots

*In the soil of the Phare Ouest

It's life taking shape

The feather that crosses It

 

And your Water People 

It will be their turn

To heal all their ills

And receive words of love

 

Deep down we're the same

Strong and frail at the same time

Very much alive and plural

And we won't die

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In Mamou's arms

The bed of your rivers

Children around my neck

And my mother's tongue