Saint Valentin

It’s the fourteenth of February
Every year lovers celebrate it
Everyone spends this day
With the loved one
A long time ago it was the tradition
Of Valentin and Valentine

Everybody his own path
All look for something
Trying to find a symbol
The witness of their love
Young and old together
Shaken by this breeze
Shaken by this sensation

Towards fields we are all going
To pick flowers and roses
And to sow love inside hearts
No one should feel jealous
From love we draw only delight
And from war only the worst

Centuries have gone
But history gathered them
In annals of love
They loved each other, we named them
Their stories are still alive


Antar and Abla have been resuscitated
Chabane and Drifa Ujajih
Also Qeys and Leyla
Even Romeo and Juliet
Saiyed and Hizya are here
And what led to exile
El Hasnaoui and Fadhma
Among them the recent one
Is the story of Ahcene and Zivka

Vicent Van Gogh the famous
His story was so moving
He saw himself underestimated
After the refusal of his beloved
He kept begging her
He cut even his own ear

Everyone offered a gift
The choice was easy for all
But me, so troubled
What is going to be my proof?
Everything I have seen
Is not worth my love

I chose many presents, at last
To offer to my sweet heart
A rose in one hand
A poem in the other
On a paper I drew her beauty
With clay I shaped her frame


On her lap I will put the whole
Then, I will have to write a book
Describing all my love
To a scenario I will fit it
And we’ll have the main roles

The fifteenth of February came
We stepped on history
On all tongues we are
Our names are here
Today so clear

Remember Zivka and Ahcene
Praise to you ô Saint Valentin
Praise to you ô Saint Valentine
Praise to you ô Qeys
Praise to you ô Leila
Praise to you ô El Hasnaoui
Praise to you ô Fadhma
Praise to you ô Saiyed
Praise to you ô Hizya
Praise to you ô Romeo
Praise to you ô Juliet
Praise to you ô Chabane
Praise to you ô Dhrifa
Praise to you ô Antar
Praise to you ô Abla

Now we are among you
Don’t deceive us
All that you endured
Is our destiny too
As wild beasts we are chased
As criminals we are damned
We are imploring your protection
Ô venerated Saints!

Ahcene Mariche