Salvatore Adamo - Incha Allah

Incha Allah
Salvatore Adamo

J'ai vu l'Orient dans son écrin
Avec la lune pour bannière
Et je comptais en un quatrain
Chanter au monde sa lumière

Mais quand j'ai vu Jérusalem
Coquelicot sur un rocher
J'ai entendu un requiem
Quand sur lui je me suis penché

Ne vois-tu pas Humble Chapelle
Toi qui murmures paix sur la terre
Que les oiseaux cachent de leurs ailes
Ces lettres de Feu Danger Frontière

Mais voici qu'après tant de haine
Fils d'Ismaël et fils d'Israël
Libèrent d'une main sereine
Une colombe dans le ciel

Inch'Allah, Inch'Allah, Inch'Allah, Inch'Allah

Et l'olivier retrouve son ombre
Sa tendre épouse, son amie
Qui reposait sur les décombres
Prisonnière en terre ennemie

Et par dessus les barbelés
Le papillon vole vers la rose
Hier on l'aurait répudié
Mais aujourd'hui, enfin il ose

Requiem pour les millions d'âmes
De ces enfants, ces femmes, ces hommes
Tombés des deux côtés du drame
Assez de sang, Salam, Shalom

Inch'Allah, Inch'Allah, Inch'Allah, Inch'Allah

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English version:
I saw the Orient and its treasures
With the moon as a banner
And I intended in a few verses
To put its splendor into a song

But when I saw Jerusalem
Just like a red rose in the sand
I heard a silent requiem
When I held it in my hand

I found a chapel, I tried a prayer
But that's when the nightmare began
Even the birds flew away with fear
When they heard the sound of guns

And I could feel the weight of hatred
With Cries on both sides of the street
Oh Lord of love weren't you born here?
It's you I had just come to meet

Inch'Allah! Inch'Allah! God willing! Inch'Allah!

The olive tree wept for its shadow
Its tender love, tender wife
Who was lying on the ruins
On the other side of life

Trembling on the barbed wire
A butterfly was watching a flower
Thinking "People are so mad"
They'd kill me if I cross the border

Children of Ismaël and Israël
Before your whole land turns to hell
Why don't you try some steps together
Guided by a white dove in the sky

Inch'Allah! Inch'Allah! God willing! Inch'Allah!

Is our life a crucifixion?
Must we suffer through the years?
As we struggle for redemption
Washing blood away with tears

Oh yes I saw Jerusalem
Like a red rose in the sand
I always hear that requiem
Each time I hold it in my hand

Requiem for millions of souls
Of people lying in nameless tombs
In heaven there's room for them all
Now enough blood, Salam! Shalom!