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Ile de Qeshm et le détroit d’Ormuz (Golfe Persique)

Couplet 1
Sur l’île où les vagues chuchotent des secrets, je marche lentement,
Qeshm, entre vent salin et sable qui s’incruste sous mes pas tremblants.
Les grottes gardent des sons, des traces d’ancêtres dans l’écume,
Et le golfe cligne de ses yeux d’argent, comme une lune qui s’allume.

Pré-refrain
On dit que les djinns jouent avec les marées,
Qu’ils savent murmurer aux rochers, quand le jour s’est levé.

Refrain
Ile de Qeshm et le détroit d’Ormuz, mon cœur s’envole,
Golfe Persique, où les rêves se réalisent sous les voiles,
Entre les chants des pêcheurs et les offrandes qui s’envolent,
Je suis la voix qui relie les terres et les voiles.

Couplet 2
Le détroit respire, et les bateaux écrivent des lignes sur l’eau,
Des prières anciennes se montrent au soleil, comme des rubans d’or pâle.
Les coraux et les bleus profonds gardent des couleurs qui oublient le temps,
Et les reflets vacillent, racontent des histoires au fil du vent.

Pré-refrain
On dit que les djinns jouent avec les marées,
Qu’ils savent détourner les tempêtes si on les écoute avec dignité.

Refrain
Ile de Qeshm et le détroit d’Ormuz, mon cœur s’envole,
Golfe Persique, où les rêves se réalisent sous les voiles,
Entre les chants des pêcheurs et les offrandes qui s’envolent,
Je suis la voix qui relie les terres et les voiles.

Pont
De simples offrandes sur le sable, écume, tissus, herbes,
Des pas qui cherchent l’horizon, des prières qui se révèlent.
Et quand l’aube s’écrit sur les flots, tout devient lumineux,
Une promesse douce : revenir, encore et encore, à la mer fière.

Refrain
Ile de Qeshm et le détroit d’Ormuz, mon cœur s’envole,
Golfe Persique, où les rêves se réalisent sous les voiles,
Entre les chants des pêcheurs et les offrandes qui s’envolent,
Je suis la voix qui relie les terres et les voiles.

Outro
Qeshm, Ormuz, et moi un lien qui ne s’efface pas,
Dans le souffle du vent, dans la vague qui passe là-bas.
Ile de Qeshm et le détroit d’Ormuz, garde-moi en toi,
J’y reviendrai, encore et encore, quand le monde voudra croire en la mer.

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Transcription
00:09Hello everyone, today I'm taking you to Iran, to the island of Kechm and to
00:14the Strait of Hormuz, in the heart of the Persian Gulf.
00:17It tells stories of sea djinns, wonders hidden in caves, and places where fishermen
00:23They leave offerings to ward off bad luck.
00:26This trip isn't strictly mine; I didn't experience these things. It's a
00:31An Iranian friend told me about it, and her story resonates like a thread that unites our worlds, our knowledge,
00:37our collective memories.
00:39From the first salty breezes that caress my face, I can almost hear the lapping of the breaking waves.
00:47against the cliffs.
00:48I was told that djinns were capricious and playful beings, capable of changing the course of the tides and
00:56to awaken hidden currents.
00:57They like to sneak into caves where the echo turns words and secrets around.
01:03And some days, it is said that they laugh softly, as if they know something that we do not yet know.
01:09I am also told that, if one speaks respectfully and listens attentively, it is possible to glimpse
01:17their presence in the silvery reflections that move on the foam or in the calm that thickens in the middle
01:24wet rocks.
01:25I visualize the caves, the entrance was dark, then arches that let in a blue light, algae that
01:34they glide along the walls and shell deposits which seem to form invisible music when the wind passes.
01:41In these chambers, the ancient fishermen are said to have engraved simple and powerful prayers on damp walls, words that
01:49they still echo when the water flows and our footsteps make a light noise in the sand.
01:55Sometimes, you think you hear bursts of laughter in the distance, voices that don't come from here, as if
02:02The stones had preserved a collective memory.
02:05Sacred places, however, carry a particular temporal dimension.
02:10It is said that the fishermen raise their eyes to the horizon and hold small offering rituals before
02:16to set sail.
02:25These gestures are not merely superstitious; they create a link between man, the sea, and the memory of...
02:33ancestors,
02:33a fragile thread that provides reassurance before departure, a reminder that the ocean carries and protects as much as it can
02:40to be feared.
02:42And then there are those places where time seems suspended, secret coves, rocks that bear...
02:48old brands
02:50traces of prayers that salt has engraved over the centuries.
02:54In the morning, when the sun breaks the horizon and the air becomes bright and clear,
03:00The colors of the caves change, from deep blues to vibrant greens,
03:05reflections that shift from grey to gold, as if the light were telling a story.
03:10I find myself thinking that these places do not belong solely to a physical geography,
03:17but to a geography of breath and memory.
03:22Naturally, all of this is conveyed through the voice of a friend and the voices of our friends who have come from different places.
03:28nationalities
03:30who add their own interpretations and their respect for this coastline.
03:34What I heard, what I imagined, what I left intact in my memory
03:40And what I'm telling you here are the fragile bonds that connect us.
03:44the daily life of the fishermen, the immensity of the gulf, the gentle strangeness of the djinns
03:49and the sacred silence of the caves.
03:52Next up, Keshme Island and the Strait of Hormuz, Persian Gulf.
04:11On the island where the waves whisper secrets, I walk slowly,
04:15that I sell myself like salt and sand that become ingrained under my trembling steps.
04:19The caves hold sounds, traces of ancestors in the foam.
04:22and the gulf, with its silver eyes, climes like a moon that is lighting up.
04:25It is said that the djinns play with the tides, that they know how to whisper to the rocks.
04:32When the day dawned, Keshme Island and the Strait of Hormuz, my heart soared.
04:42Persian Gulf where dreams come true under sail,
04:48between the fishermen's fields and the offerings that fly away.
04:56I am the voice that connects the lands and the sails.
05:01The strait breathes and the boats write lines on the water.
05:05Ancient prayers appear in the sunlight like pale gold ribbons.
05:08Corals and deep blues retain colours that forget time.
05:12And the reflections flicker, telling stories on the wind.
05:15It is said that the djinns play with the tides, that they know how to divert storms.
05:21We listen to them with dignity.
05:25From Keshme and the Strait of Hormuz, my heart soars.
05:32Persian Gulf where dreams come true under sail,
05:38between the fishermen's fields and the offerings that fly away.
05:46I am the voice that connects the lands and the sails.
05:50A simple franc on the sand, foam, fabric, grass.
05:54Footsteps that seek the horizon, prayers that are revealed.
05:57And when water writes on the waves, everything becomes luminous.
06:01A sweet promise, to return again and again to the proud sea.
06:04Keshme Island and the Strait of Hormuz, my heart soars.
06:11Persian Gulf where dreams come true under sail,
06:17between the fishermen's fields and the offerings that fly away.
06:25I am the voice that connects the lands and the sails.
06:30Entertain me with a link that won't disappear,
06:33in the breath of the wind, in the wave that passes over there.
06:37Entertain me with a link that won't disappear,
06:40in the breath of the wind, in the wave that passes over there.
06:44Island of Keshme and the Strait of Hormuz, keep me within you.
06:48I will return to it again and again.
06:52when the world will want to believe in the sea.
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