After a brief break we move on with the posts on Lebanon in French song.
The seeds of millenary cedars are miraculously sown in the hearts and blood of all Lebanese, living in their native country and even those of the diaspora, in the four corners of the globe. They germinate and grow within each son and daughter of the land of the Cedars. They flourish and flourish especially when they make their career in one of the fields of Art, through at least one work of art dedicated to them. Ycare, an artist of Lebanese origin, clearly illustrates this fact.
For the opening ceremony of the Francophonie Games in Nice, on September 7, 2013, Ycare performed “Les Cèdres”, a song specially written and composed for this occasion. Lebanese by birth, Senegalese by birth and French by adoption, Ycare, who continued his studies in Paris, is revealed in the Nouvelle star, a reality TV show.
Perfectly fitting into the framework of the Francophonie, this song reports, using a very simple register, the dialogue between the cedar and the oak, between Lebanon and France, between the East and the West. , revealing the heartbreak of a son of Lebanon who was only understood by his country once he left it, who manages to establish communication with him from afar thanks to the language of Molière, jubilant when the cedars speak in French A beautiful song to celebrate the Francophonie, by an artist endowed with a clearly visible sensitivity through the interpretation of this song, and who, by his origins, represents three major continents which actually speak French.
Say what landscapes are for
If we can’t tell them
What good is it to be a mountain
Who does not know how to move
Before the heat wins
Its snow-capped peaks.
O you Lebanon, I looked for you,
It was not enough for me to speak,
For you to finally understand me
So I waved my hands, in vain
And then one day I met
An old oak tree that told me
His story from far away
Since that day the cedars at last
speak french
And nothing is the same
We can all finally celebrate
I fill myself with intense joy
The moon of the vast Orient
Crosses the Mediterranean
To enlighten France
what can your smile do
If I can’t return it
To see your shining eyes
And if I don’t know how to write, too bad
My poems are only in French, you know
O you Lebanon, I looked for you,
Was it enough for me to leave
For you to finally understand me
So I waved my hands, in vain
And then one day you met
That old oak tree that told you
The same story as mine
Since that day the cedars in you
speak french
And nothing is the same
We can all finally celebrate
I fill myself with intense joy
The moon of the vast Orient
Crosses the Mediterranean
To enlighten France
O you Lebanon, I looked for you,
It was not enough for me to speak,
For you to finally understand me
So I waved my hands, in vain
And then one day I met
An old oak tree that told me
His story from far away
Since that day the cedars in me
Speak French.
