Maria Del Mar Bonet – A bouquet of jasmine (Bir demet yasemen)

Catalan singer Maria Del Mar Bonet singing an amazing version of A bouquet of jasmine (Bir demet yasemen) with her band at the Lotus World Music and Arts Festival, September 2003.

Maria Del Mar Bonet: singing
Javier Mas: guitars
Lautaro Rosas: guitars, bouzouki
Dani Espasa: keyboards
Chandra Naraine: percussion

A bouquet of jasmine (Turkish: Bir demet yasemen) is originally a Turkish song, composed by Zeki Müren, the prominent Turkish singer, composer, and actor.

Here is the original version, sung by Zeki Müren.

Lyrics

Catalan

No s’ha mort el desig,
el desig que jo sent per tu.
No hi fa res plorar,
no hi fa res morir,
el desig és aquí,
no s’acabarà així.
No hi fa res plorar,
no hi fa res morir,
el desig és més fort,
fa tot sol el seu camí.

Per més que em lamenti, si el meu desig
ni sent ni veu ni espera,
per més que m’allunyi si el meu desig
surt de mi cridant-te.

No hi fa res plorar,
no hi fa res morir,
el desig és aquí
com el sol surt al matí.
No hi fa res plorar,
no hi fa res morir,
el desig és tossut,
va trenant el seu camí.

Per més que em lamenti, si el meu desig
ni sent ni veu ni espera,
per més que m’allunyi si el meu desig
surt de mi cridant-te

No hi fa res plorar,
no hi fa res morir,
el desig és aquí,
no s’acabarà així.
No hi fa res plorar,
no hi fa res morir,
el desig és més fort,
fa tot sol el seu camí.

English translation

The desire is not dead,
the desire I feel for you.
There is no point in crying,
there is no point in dying,
the desire is here,
it will not end that way.
There is no point in crying,
there is no point in dying,
the desire is stronger,
it makes its own path alone.

No matter how I regret it, if my desire
doesn’t feel nor see nor wait,
no mater how far I move away if my desire
gets out of me calling you.

There is no point in crying,
there is no point in dying,
the desire is here,
like the sun rises every morning.
There is no point in crying,
there is no point in dying,
the desire is stubborn,
it paves1its own path.

No matter how I regret it, if my desire
doesn’t feel nor see nor wait,
no mater how far I move away if my desire
gets out of me calling you.

There is no point in crying,
there is no point in dying,
the desire is here,
it will not end that way.
There is no point in crying,
there is no point in dying,
the desire is stronger,
it makes its own path alone.