Joachim Horsley: Le M’Mouri Feat. Jeanine De Bique [Official]

Описание: Jeanine De Bique performing The Haitian Poem "Testaman" by Felix Morisseau-Leroy set to music by Joachim Horsley. From the album "Caribbean Nocturnes."

Performed by Jeanine De Bique and Joachim Horsley.

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Paris (FR), October 5th & 6th, Tickets: https://bit.ly/3HMWl3d

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Music by Joachim Horsley
Lyrics by Felix Morisseau-Leroy from the Haitian Poem "Testaman"
Performed by Jeanine De Bique and Joachim Horsley

Bass: Damian Nueva-Cortez
Percussion: Thomas Bellon
Guitar: Pedro Barrios

Additional musicians recorded:
Guitar: Plinio De La Cruz
Percussion and guitar: Joachim Horsley

VIDEO

Directed by Harold Escotet
Lighting and 2nd Camera: Nicholas Kent
Art Direction: Juliette Pretat-Palacio
Editing: Jimmy Lester, Ryan Harris Stevens and Joachim Horsley
Color Correction: Elliot Smith
Production: Joachim Horsley and LA Café / Le Café de la Danse
Filmed at Le Trianon, Paris

LYRICS

Lè m’mouri, fè bèl vèy pou mwen
M’pa pral ni nan paradi ni nan lanfè
Pinga pè pale, laten nan tèt mwen.
Lè m’mouri, se pou tout moun byen ge
Ri, chante, danse, bay blag Pinga kriye, rele nan zòrèy mwen
Lè m’mouri, antere mwen nan lakou-a
Rasanble tout zanmi-m fè bèl fèt
Pinga pase legliz ak kadav mwen
Lè m’mouri, m’pa p’fin ale nèt tout kote k’ganyen bèl banbòch
Kote nèg lib, fò yo nonmen non mwen.

Felix Morisseau-Leroy from the Haitian Prom « Testaman"

TRANSLATION (English)

When I die, make me a beautiful wake
I’m going neither to paradise nor to hell
Don’t let a priest speak Latin to my head
When I die, bury me in the yard
Gather all my friends, make a big feast
Don’t go past the church with my corpse
When I die, everyone should really get happy
Laugh, sing, dance, tell jokes
Don’t bawl, yell into my ear
When I die, I won’t be completely gone
All the places where there were great bashes,
Where people are free – they’ll remember me.