Shoftaha

A Moroccan Darija song about seeing her. He says that the song reminds him of a love of his own, one he tells to let him forget, but the love cannot manage it. She is no longer seen. His heart is no longer lit. Days that used to be clear no longer come. He asks someone to pass on to her what he cannot say, and then pleads to keep her for him. He wonders why they were separated when everything in her is still good, and he calls her his beloved still. The words for every time he saw her repeat until they sound like a pulse.