[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)
Stile di musica
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