Bombino - Amidinine
Amidinine, amidinine
Tada adounia tichagret
Tada adounia gouzoul
Sagglete s’immik iyyane
Was tarhed dagh manak
Awa tarhed, arhekh
Iguekh dagh mane isiglekh
Edag dossed kitawakh
My friend, my friend
This life is long
This life is short
Manage it in a certain way
The way that suits you
What you desire, I desire it as well
From the depth of my heart, I accept it
Everywhere I go, I’ll think about it
Bombino - Aman
Ammane win kawal nine
Sadwal nine tayitey
Sadwalnine innouwagh
Dagh togar tazoudey
Imidiwanine
Doharagh tamoudret
Black, magical water
That grows intelligence
That grows light
Full of joy
Oh, my friends
With whom I grew up
Hawkwind - Assault and Battery/Golden Void
Opening lyrics taken from “A Psalm of Life” (Longfellow, 1838):
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
