هذِهِ الأُغْنِيَةُ "كُنَّا نَتَلاقَى"، إِهْدَاءٌ خَاصٌّ لِأَصْحَابِ الذَّوْقِ الرَّفِيعِ وَلِعُشَّـاقِ جَـارَةِ الْقَمَـرِ السَّيِّـدَةِ "فَيْرُوز" مَلِكَـةِ الْإِحْسَاسِ الرَّاقِي. كَلِمَاتٌ وَأَلْحَانُ الْأَخَوَيْنِ رَحبَانِي
كنّا نتلاقى من عشيّة ونقعد على الجسر العَتيقْ وتنزَل على السّهلة الضبابة تمحي المدى وتمحي الطريقْ وما حدا يعرف بِمَطرحنا غير السّما وورق تشرينْ ويقلّي بحبّك أنا بحبّك ويهرب فينا الغيم الحزينْ يا سنين اللي رِحْتِ ارْجَعيلي ارْجَعيلي شي مرّة ارْجَعيلي وانْسِيني عَ باب الطفولِة تَ أركُض بشمس الطّرقاتْ يا سنين اللي رِحْتِ ارْجَعيلي ارْجَعيلي شي مرّة ارْجَعيلي وردِّيلي ضحكات اللي راحوا اللي بَعدا بْزَوايا الساحاتْ بتذكَّر شو حكْيُوا عليّي لمَّا نطرتْ وإنتَ نسيتْ وصار الشتي ينزَل عليِّي وإجا الصيف وإنتَ ما جيتْ يا سنين اللي رِحْتِ ارْجَعيلي ارْجَعيلي شي مرّة ارْجَعيلي وانْسِيني عَ باب الطفولِة تَ أركُض بشمس الطّرقاتْ يا سنين اللي رِحْتِ ارْجَعيلي ارْجَعيلي شي مرّة ارْجَعيلي وردِّيلي ضحكات اللي راحوا اللي بَعدا بْزَوايا الساحاتْ
This song, "We Used to Meet," is a special dedication to those with refined taste and to fans of the moon's neighbor, Fairuz, the queen of refined sensuality. Lyrics and music by the Rahbani Brothers!
We used to meet in the evening
And sit on the ancient bridge
And the mist would descend on the plain
Erasing the distance and the road
And no one would know where we were
Except the sky and the October leaves
And they would tell me, "I love you, I love you"
And the sad clouds would flee within us
Oh, years that have gone, come back to me
Come back to me once, come back to me
And make me forget at the door of childhood
I run in the sun of the streets
Oh, years that have gone, come back to me
Come back to me once, come back to me
And return to me the laughter of those who have gone
Who are still in the corners of the squares
I remember what they said about me
When I waited and you forgot
And winter began to descend upon me
And summer came and you did not come
Oh, years Whoever left, come back to me
Give me something back, come back to me
And forget me at the door of childhood
You run in the sun of the streets
Oh, the years that have passed, come back to me
Give me something back, come back to me
Bring back the laughter of those who are gone
The next one is at the corners of the squares
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