[Verse 1] Lanterns glow on the old stone walls Tea steam curls in the quiet hall Mother’s hands counting every bead Softly whispering the words we need
[Chorus] Ramadan remembrance In the still of night Hearts turn homeward Faces to the light Empty plates But our souls feel full Ramadan remembrance Calling us to pull (close)
[Verse 2] Dates in bowls by the open door Children sleep on the woven floor Father’s voice like the distant sea Reads a verse that unravels me
[Chorus] Ramadan remembrance In the still of night Hearts turn homeward Faces to the light Empty plates But our souls feel full Ramadan remembrance Calling us to pull (close)
[Bridge] Old songs rise from the village well Names we carry Stories we tell Every hunger Every small ache Turns to prayer with each breath we take
[Chorus] Ramadan remembrance In the still of night Hearts turn homeward Faces to the light Empty plates But our souls feel full Ramadan remembrance Calling us to pull (close, so close)
A zene stílusa
Ancient Yemeni melodic modes over slow frame-drum pulses and droning oud; male vocals in close, reverent harmonies. Verses stay hushed and intimate with sparse qanun phrases and distant wind ambience; chorus blossoms into layered call-and-response lines, subtle reverb, and gentle bass drone. Overall a contemplative, ballad-like arc that feels traditional yet minimalist, perfect for quiet night listening., vocal, ballad, slow