Joachim Horsley: Le M’Mouri Feat. Jeanine De Bique [Official] скачать в хорошем качестве

Joachim Horsley: Le M’Mouri Feat. Jeanine De Bique [Official]

Jeanine De Bique performing The Haitian Poem "Testaman" by Felix Morisseau-Leroy set to music by Joachim Horsley. From the album "Caribbean Nocturnes." Performed by Jeanine De Bique and Joachim Horsley. STREAMING Caribbean Nocturnes album (USA): https://orcd.co/jhcn Caribbean Nocturnes album (Rest of the world): https://joachimhorsley.lnk.to/Caribbe... LIVE Paris (FR), October 5th & 6th, Tickets: https://bit.ly/3HMWl3d Website : https://www.joachimhorsley.com/ Instagram :   / joachimhorsley   Facebook :   / joachimhorsley   Music by Joachim Horsley Lyrics by Felix Morisseau-Leroy from the Haitian Poem "Testaman" Performed by Jeanine De Bique and Joachim Horsley Bass: Damian Nueva-Cortez Percussion: Thomas Bellon Guitar: Pedro Barrios Additional musicians recorded: Guitar: Plinio De La Cruz Percussion and guitar: Joachim Horsley VIDEO Directed by Harold Escotet Lighting and 2nd Camera: Nicholas Kent Art Direction: Juliette Pretat-Palacio Editing: Jimmy Lester, Ryan Harris Stevens and Joachim Horsley Color Correction: Elliot Smith Production: Joachim Horsley and LA Café / Le Café de la Danse Filmed at Le Trianon, Paris LYRICS Lè m’mouri, fè bèl vèy pou mwen M’pa pral ni nan paradi ni nan lanfè Pinga pè pale, laten nan tèt mwen. Lè m’mouri, se pou tout moun byen ge Ri, chante, danse, bay blag Pinga kriye, rele nan zòrèy mwen Lè m’mouri, antere mwen nan lakou-a Rasanble tout zanmi-m fè bèl fèt Pinga pase legliz ak kadav mwen Lè m’mouri, m’pa p’fin ale nèt tout kote k’ganyen bèl banbòch Kote nèg lib, fò yo nonmen non mwen. Felix Morisseau-Leroy from the Haitian Prom « Testaman" TRANSLATION (English) When I die, make me a beautiful wake I’m going neither to paradise nor to hell Don’t let a priest speak Latin to my head When I die, bury me in the yard Gather all my friends, make a big feast Don’t go past the church with my corpse When I die, everyone should really get happy Laugh, sing, dance, tell jokes Don’t bawl, yell into my ear When I die, I won’t be completely gone All the places where there were great bashes, Where people are free – they’ll remember me.