Lyrics Yamore - Salif Keïta, Cesária Evora

Yamore (original)

Je t’aime mi amor menebff fie
Ene le arabylyla too much
Namafiye, namafiye guni yerela ba namafiye Niere a n nifon
Ye namo kofue nerum sil don kile le, ina kola ahaha
Rile enela munuku mo s
Nienama kofiye, soro fal mo sonho mana osi kot
Nanana nekona, d I ll fon
Je t’aime mi amor menebff fie N comf fop ach ari
Ene le arabylyla too much Xurin n bi feu J t’aim
Un tem f, si un tem f
No tambm viver sem medo e confians
Num era mais bisonho
Olhar de nos criana ta a tornar brilhar de inocena
E na mente CE esvitayada
Temporal talvez ta mainar
Na brandura y calmaria
Nosso amor ta vins cansando
De ser luta e resitencia
Pa sobreviver nas tormenta
Na brandura y calmaria
Nosso amor ta vins cansando
De ser luta e resitencia
Pa sobreviver nas tormenta
Je t’aime mi amor menebff fie Boi nhat zefiu, ermos
Ene le arabylyla too much Boi etud nhiafieu, la paz
Xeritava p, beru kuy mobiliko yoi nh
Ahaha ril ene La munuku mo s
In deburu ieu kordaine
Sank noite a namo a cantor
enela mulnuku mo sol
Yo sakenem mo sol
Un tem f, si un tem f
No tambm viver sem medo e confians
Num era mais bisonho
Olhar de nos criana ta a tornar brilhar de inocena
E na mente CE esvitayada
Temporal talvez ta mainar

Yamore (translation)

I love you — my soul’s nocturnal blaze, mi amor,
Your name in the tongue of desert winds, too much for my silence,
Namafiye — a spell, a call, that splits the dusk like glass, namafiye, Niere, and the shadow of a name unsaid,
See, my heart’s rough coin spins in your hands, and laughter is spilled wine,
Rile: the twilight stirs, and memory walks in borrowed shoes,
Nienama, my longing, the dream falls out of reach, a falcon vanishing in fog,
Nanana — an echo wandering, dusk’s child calling to the night,
I love you — my soul’s nocturnal blaze, N comf fop ach ari — the stars tremble in secret,
Your name in the tongue of desert winds, too much, Xurin — flames licking the border of a word,
Once a time, if ever a time was woven for us,
Not only to live without shroud of fear, and in the shelter of trust,
Once, the world was not so outlandish,
Our gaze — new as the prismed dew — begins to burn with the light of innocence,
And in the mind, a field swept open by storm,
The season’s fury perhaps will abate, its teeth dulled,
Within the hush and the peace that follows thunder,
Our love grows weary, a wanderer whose shoes are torn,
Of being only struggle, only the scaffolding of resistance,
Just to endure through the bladed tempests,
Within the hush and the peace that follows thunder,
Our love grows weary, a wanderer whose shoes are torn,
Of being only struggle, only the scaffolding of resistance,
Just to endure through the bladed tempests,
I love you — my soul’s nocturnal blaze, Boi nhat zefiu, ermos: wild horses in moonlight,
Your name in the tongue of desert winds, too much, Boi etud nhiafieu, la paz: doves returning at dawn,
Xeritava p — bells ring through furrows, a cellphone humming in the hollow,
Ahaha — night’s laughter, the twilight stirs, memory walks in borrowed shoes,
Within the shadows, my heart strings a secret chord,
Sank night, a lover — a singer, pacing the banks of sleep,
Twilight’s gold — a memory kindles in the sun,
I gather the sun in my hands for you,
Once a time, if ever a time was woven for us,
Not only to live without shroud of fear, and in the shelter of trust,
Once, the world was not so outlandish,
Our gaze — new as the prismed dew — begins to burn with the light of innocence,
And in the mind, a field swept open by storm,
The season’s fury perhaps will abate, its teeth dulled