خبز امي مارسيل خليفة

I long for my mother's bread And my mother's coffee and my mother's touch I long for my mother's bread And my mother's coffee and my mother's touch And childhood grows within me Day by day upon the breast of my day And childhood grows within me Day by day upon the breast of my day And I cherish my life because if I die I will be ashamed Of my mother's tears, ah, of my mother's tears Take me, Mother, if I ever return As a shawl for your eyelashes Take me Mother, if I ever return A shawl for your eyelashes And cover my bones with grass Baptized by the purity of your heel, ah And cover my bones with grass Baptized by the purity of your heel And bind me with a lock of hair With a thread waving at the hem of your dress With a thread waving at the hem of your dress Perhaps I will become a god A god I will become Perhaps I will become a god A god I will become If I touch the depths Your heart Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother I long for my mother's bread And my mother's coffee and my mother's touch And childhood grows within me Day by day on the breast of my day And I cherish my life because if I die I will be ashamed Of my mother's tears, ah, of my mother's tears Place me, if I return As fuel in your oven, Mother And as a clothesline on your rooftop Place me, if I did not return Fuel for your oven, Mother Nor a clothesline on your rooftop For I have lost the strength to stand Without prayer, the prayer of your day For I have lost the strength to stand Without prayer, the prayer of your day Ah, ah, for I have lost the strength to stand Without prayer, the prayer of your day I have grown old, so return the stars of childhood I have grown old? So return the stars of childhood I have grown old? Return the stars of childhood So I may share with the little birds So I may share with the little birds The path back to your waiting nest Ah, the path back to your waiting nest Have I grown old? Return the stars of childhood Have I grown old? Return the stars of childhood So I may share with the little birds So I may share with the little birds The path back to your waiting nest Ah, the path back to your waiting nest I have grown old, so return the stars of childhood Have I grown old? Return the stars of childhood So I may share with the little birds So I may share with the little birds The path back to your waiting nest Ah, the path back to your waiting nest Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother I long for my mother's bread And my mother's coffee and my mother's touch And childhood grows within me Day by day on the breast of my day And I cherish my life because if I am ashamed of my mother's tears, oh, of my mother's tears