What makes you ask yourself … the day of my dear day? – from the top of the platform – ✍️ Yasser al -fadni
In the world of Sudanese ritual, some songs can hold your heart from the first moment and connect it with a transparent thread of nostalgia and delicacy to the last impulse of melody … forget
From the start, “live with me love, live with me, Hanani.”
“What hurts you to ask Ali, my dear?” This is a simple question in her form, but she is injured in her depth, because she carries the disappointment of the expected, the pain of ignorant and the blame of the lover without breaking
As for the voice of Saleh al -Dai, it is the auditory nerve of this work. Not only does he sing, but “tells” his pain, puts in each sentence something of his soul, his voice here does not seek to show tones, but also to touch the surgeon, that the sweetness he loves, mixed with the experience of the old ritual, makes us feel that each word has been said, has been said to sing his voice specifically
Then the prophet of the angel comes, to break the wall of isolation in the song, its entry is not just a woman’s participation in the melody, but rather a feminine entry of emotion, as if the affectionate voice cam to my people, Answering it, sharing the bread, a prophet was not only Parallel Spirit, Made the Song a Gentle Dialogue Between Nostalgia and Letdown, Between Hope and Despair, Between Those Who Seek to Stay
The music accompanying the song looks like a dream background, the melody is simple, but it is stupid in emotion, leaves the word to the words to breathe, and the sound is to prevail, do not overwhelm but kiss, sometimes it rises like a hot tear, and calms like a evening in a deserted beach
In a clip like:
“What is Sibu, your love, Ridan with you, Qahiya, the moment of your way is connected, I know the end of sins.”
“Live with Me Love” is not only a song, but a biography of complete emotional elements, in which the elegant text, the high -end melody and the unforgettable performance, in which a lover recites his pain in the voice of Saleh Al -da
I come from my platform … I listen to…. For this song, it is one of those works that do not die, because it is simply not born to live for a moment, but to live in memory, and it repeats itself when, in the nights of unity, or when we need someone who translates the pulse of our hearts … instead of us.
