Journal intime
Pierrette Adams Lyrics
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Mabe nasala na mokili oyo
Se ya ko botama na maman na nga moko
Kasi na maman ya mibale te eh
Omona wapi?
Mohamed yoka likambo
Ko botama na libala ya bo mbanda pasi
Wuta maman alongwa libala
Mwasi a remplaca ye na ndako
Mayele mabe motema ya satana ah
Songi songi pe kisefe epa ya papa
A hina biso alinga se bana na yo
Ba pesaka bango nyoso
Biso to zinga maboko na mawa
To lelaka se Nzakomba ah
Lile lile lile lile lile lile
Eloko nini esala yo boye
Molimo mabe nini etinda yo
Onyokolo bana ya ngani boye
Na ndako ya tata na biso moko
Na koma na nga mowumbu
Na salelaka bana ya mbanda ya maman
Misala nyoso ya ndako kaka ngai
Eboko na moto ya mwana kaka ngai
Injustice ya motindo boye
Est-ce que okoki ondima
Ba sala yango na bana nayo obota?
Lile lile lile lile lile lile
Na moni elekaki pe ndelo
Na landi ba yaya ba longwa
Ba kenda na bango ko vanda mboka mosika
Na kende ko mona pasi kuna
Kasi na ndako ya tata abota nga te
Kiadi mama eh
To tikela bomengo ndako na papa
Na yoki sango okoma ko sambela
Mohamed yaka to bondela
Kolo aoyoka losambo na ye
Nga nasi na limbisa na nga ye
The song "Journal intime" by Pierrette Adams is a nostalgic ballad about lost love and memories. The first verse begins with Yoka ya nga lisapo, a phrase that can be interpreted to mean "listen to my story." The singer then proceeds to describe how she lost her love on this earth, asking where he could be now. She also mentions Mohamed, who has his own troubles and is seeking refuge in music. The second verse talks about a woman who has replaced the singer at her former lover's home, and how the singer's heart is heavy with the pain of Satan.
The chorus is a repetition of the word "lile", which could be interpreted as "longing" or "nostalgia". The rest of the song continues with the theme of memory and loss, as the singer recalls visits to her father's home and how she and her siblings would play together. She also describes a sense of injustice and asks whether justice can be found for loved ones who have been wronged.
Overall, the lyrics of "Journal intime" paint a picture of longing and heartbreak, while also touching on themes of family, injustice, and the power of music.
Line by Line Meaning
Yoka ya nga lisapo
Listen to my story
Mabe nasala na mokili oyo
I was born in this world
Se ya ko botama na maman na nga moko
I was raised by my mother alone
Kasi na maman ya mibale te eh
But my mother is no longer alive
Omona wapi?
Where is she now?
Mohamed yoka likambo
Mohamed, listen to me
Ko botama na libala ya bo mbanda pasi
I grew up in a poor neighborhood
Etikela nga bilembo oh
Have pity on me
Wuta maman alongwa libala
My mother struggled to provide for us
Mwasi a remplaca ye na ndako
A woman replaced her in the house
Mayele mabe motema ya satana ah
My heart was filled with hatred
Songi songi pe kisefe epa ya papa
I used to cry in my father's arms
A hina biso alinga se bana na yo
We were hoping to be your children
Ba pesaka bango nyoso
They hurt us instead
Biso to zinga maboko na mawa
We raise our hands in despair
To lelaka se Nzakomba ah
We look for comfort in Nzakomba
Lile lile lile lile lile lile
Crying, crying, crying
Eloko nini esala yo boye
What reason do you have to leave me?
Molimo mabe nini etinda yo
What great work is waiting for you?
Onyokolo bana ya ngani boye
Leaving children like me
Na ndako ya tata na biso moko
In my father's house alone
Na koma na nga mowumbu
I live in poverty
Na salelaka bana ya mbanda ya maman
I take care of my mother's kids
Misala nyoso ya ndako kaka ngai
All the problems of the house are mine alone
Eboko na moto ya mwana kaka ngai
I carry the burden like a child
Injustice ya motindo boye
The injustice of fate
Est-ce que okoki ondima
Can you fix it?
Ba sala yango na bana nayo obota?
Will your children suffer the same?
Na moni elekaki pe ndelo
I see that life is hard
Na landi ba yaya ba longwa
Children cry in hunger
Ba kenda na bango ko vanda mboka mosika
They beg while they roam the country
Na kende ko mona pasi kuna
I go out to see the streets
Kasi na ndako ya tata abota nga te
But my father's house doesn't welcome me
Kiadi mama eh
I miss my mother
To tikela bomengo ndako na papa
I hope for a better future in my father's house
Na yoki sango okoma ko sambela
Let the sun shine on us
Mohamed yaka to bondela
Mohamed, let's make peace
Kolo aoyoka losambo na ye
My heart longs for his love
Nga nasi na limbisa na nga ye
I'm waiting for him to forgive me
Writer(s): pierrette adams
Contributed by Dylan J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@patriceakakpo8245
Aaaaaahhhhhh lalalalala,😇😇😇 quel joie quand je retrouve ces anciennes chansons, merci pour le plaisir que vous nous avez procurer,et qu'on continue d'en bénéficier,
@mastersonofficielmasterson2132
2022 j’écoute tjrs ce morceau et je me vois dans mon enfance, trop d’émotion nostalgique qui se dégage qd je pense à tous ces gens qui étaient vivants mais qui ne sont plus là aujourd’hui😫😢😭
@traoremamoudou5501
J'étais au lycée de Tombouctou en 1995,ce morceau me berçait ❤❤
@coulibalyadama6112
J’ai la poule de chaire quand j’écoute cette musique en 2019👍👍👍👍
@michaellaseka4691
J ai des larmes aux yeux eeeh le bon vieux temps. Si dieu pouvait donner la possibilité à chaque personne de vivre deux fois
@fatyfaty6266
que de bon souvenir à Abidjan merci 😘😍😍😍😘
@patriceakakpo8245
Big respect au guitariste😇💝✔️🙏💝😇😇✔️🙏
@djodjomukendi8490
Superbe chanson....
@ablayediouf598
Je me rappelle j t'ai petit j crois que j'avais 8ans Ken cette album venait de sortir en ce en ce moment mn père vivait à à Abidjan vraiment kel souvenir k j laissé à Abidjan vraiment
@olivierarthurkonan3087
Belle mélodie, toujours, d'actualité . Que dire du guitariste Lokassa Ya Bongo. Sublime.