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Grand Prix d'Eurovision
by Muhammad A. Al Mahdi → (All Poetry by Muhammad A. Al Mahdi)
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These are my contributions to the Grand Prix d'Eurovision. I apologise to all those who haven't seen the Grand Prix as they shall not be able to appreciate these contributions the same way as will insiders who are familiar with the competition's songs and performances and their (multilingual) contents. I apologise to all those who don't speak Turkish, Greek, French, Arabic and Russian as they too will be deprived of the meaning of some of the texts. I further apologise for not being able to convey my music and choreographies which go with the lyrics. And I finally apologise to those who are not famliar with the Cyprus problem and its domestic implications such as the baklava crisis, which stems from the controversy whether the word baklava originates from the Greek or the Turkish language. Baklava is a speciality of the region's cuisine which you should try and linguistically, as we were told in the end, it is actually Armenian (that will bring me the Armenian votes!!!!!) As a last note I will add that in the song I wrote for Cyprus all sentences begin in Greek and end in Turkish or vice versa so my song can make its own ontribution to the reunification of the island. (I'm sure I'd make the first price if they'd only let me.)
1.) Letter from Nicosia Intro: Dear Darling You are so bad You made me sad And all I want is cry Without all that I would be glad Why did you do it? Why? Aman Aman G�zelim, Omorfi mou G�slersin ve matia sou Ela, Stavros benim, Gel Stavros mou, Play the buzouki! What can I do To get to you But all you said was: Bye I got the rue I'm feeling blue And all I do Is cry Aman Aman Sev benim, Agape mou Kyros mou ve Lemesou Matia mou Matia sou Matia mas Kypros mou Kypros sou Kypros mas Yassou, Karakiz Make a baklava And play the saz! I felt so bad I was so mad I knocked you out, my love I know it's bad And I regret Have mercy, God above! Aman Aman Yaar benim, akh filimou Allahim ve Theos sou Ela, moro mou, don't tell your mother Give me one more chance and I will make up for everything! Baklava mou Baklava sou Baklava mas Nikose mou Nikose sou Nikose mas G�naydin Kubrus G�naydin Stavros G�naydin Karakiz, Kali mera sas! Ola agape Ela agape Agape agapo Mono agape Come back to me And let me see Yor sweet sweet precious love Let us agree And I will be As peaceful as a dove Aman Aman Birtanim, ben monos sou Aman Aman moro mou Ela cocuklar, let us make Nicosia The new capital of the Europian Union! K�br�sde yildizlar icin bon chanslar And love and good luck To all the cats of Cyprus! 1st Da capo: Gel g�zelim sweatheart mou Sevgiyorum matia sou Gel Gel Gel Gel Gel ey gel Karakiz agape mou Halla halla Lemesou You bad bad bad You so so s-s-s-s-o bad Chorus: Bad! You bad so bad You bad bad bad You bad bad B-b-b-b-bad Chorus: Bad! Arabesque Interlude. 2nd Da capo: Kypros sou K�br�s benim Cyprus mas Lefkosia benim Nikose sou Nicosia mas Ola agape Mono agape Ela agape Give us one last chance And we shall pass 'oppa! Thank you so much for awarding us the first price as expected. Cok tesek�rler ediyoruz, Efcharisto poli. Agape sevgiyorum. Sevgi agapo. I kew We'd Make it. 2.) Le regne des femmes C'est la femme qui gouverne le monde Cherchez la femme! Cherchez la femme! Elle sais bien que le monde est ronde Comme la roue de la fortune Oui, Madame Elle nous donne le malheur Et aussi le bonheur Enchantant Enchantant Elle n'aime pas le mensonge L'hypocrisie la derange Franchement Franchement Les femmes sont comme les fleurs Vive la femme! Un elixir pour les coeurs De ce monde et d'ailleur Et pour les ames Leur pouvoir est total Leur regne est tendre et brutal C'est les femmes C'est les femmes Au escavage de la beaute L'homme ne sera libere Jamais de la femme Non, il reste toujours Une victime d'amour Qui est La guerre Des femmes Ouais, Ouais, Qui est La guerre Des femmes 3.) Seker Haydi gel ey sekerim Ben senin ve sen benim Kizlarin en g�zel kizim Benim sekerlim hanim Ne zaman Ne zaman Seker Bayram O yes, I know that you love me Yes, I know that you crave me I know it all, for I am A Turkish man To my heart you're like honey You eat my food and my money You stay home When I roam And ask me tenderly: Ne zaman? Ne zaman Ne zaman Seker Bayram? O tell me now, kocam-Bey Ne zaman? Ne zaman Ne zaman Seker Bayram? I shall do Yet for you All I can But too much sugar is bad For it makes you too ---- Well, I want you to be glad But there're limits to that Ne zaman Ne zaman Seker Bayram? O my wife knows to cook Better than any book When massaging my back She always gets the right track My soul and heart she does touch But she like sugar too much Ne zaman? Ne zaman Ne zaman Seker Bayram? She asks me that all again And again As the day holds its sway No sugar's left there to stay Now I'm running away For what else can I say I'm a man, Nothing more Than a man She haunts me in my dreams And her voice to me streams: Ne zaman? Ne zaman Ne zaman Seker Bayram? Till one day I was told Sugar leaves me all cold For I'm craving I'm craving Some salt But I'll answer her back: Now I'm taking your track And I ask her as often as I can: Ne zaman Seker Bayram? Ne zaman? Seker Bayram Seker Bayram Ne zaman? Haydi gel ey sekerim Ben senin ve sen benim Kizalrim en g�zel hanim Ne zaman Ne zaman Seker Bayram .............. 4.) The Big Finale Un does tres Un dos tres Arba' Arba' Un does tres Ya khatchu Ya khatchu Shto ti lyubish menya Shto ti lyubish menya Sekerim Hayya awladu'l jumhuriya 'ala'l ittihad al musiqi Hayya jamaat al Urubiya 'ala'l Grand Prix

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on May 14, 2007

Bravo Jibril! You wrote this with savoir-faire !

Eileen

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Enjoyed

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Bravo, la femme. L'homme n'a pas su comment prendre soin de cette belle plan�te. Laissons la femme essayer. Merci, mon ami. Amour et paix,

R�gis

Reviewed by alejapoet@aol.com Bennett

BRAVO!