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A Candle for Momទៀនមួយដើមសម្រាប់ម៉ែ

Golden Age Khmer Ballad for Pchum Ben

Released
October 6, 2026
Length
0:11
Plays
198

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Pchum Ben is here. She's cooking samlor korko from her mom's handwritten recipe, the old paper with Mom's neat Khmer letters. It never tastes quite like Mom's. Tomorrow morning at the wat, she'll light a candle, and hope Mom can see it.

For everyone lighting a candle this Pchum Ben for someone they can't hold anymore.

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ម៉ែអើយ... ទៀនមួយដើមនេះ ភ្លឺជំនួសកូន [Verse 1] ភ្ជុំបិណ្ឌមកដល់ ខ្យល់ត្រជាក់បក់មក កូនដាំសម្លកកូរ តាមរូបមន្តម៉ែ ល្ពៅ ត្រប់ ល្ហុង ដាក់ដូចម៉ែធ្លាប់ធ្វើ តែរសជាតិ មិនដូចដៃម៉ែទេ I still use your recipe, Mama ក្រដាសចាស់ៗ សរសេរដៃម៉ែ អក្សរខ្មែរម៉ែ រៀបស្អាតជាជួរ កូនអានទាំងយំ ក្នុងផ្ទះបាយ [Pre-Chorus] ព្រឹកស្អែកនៅវត្ត កូនអុជទៀន ម៉ែអើយ... ម៉ែឃើញទេ? [Chorus] ម៉ែអើយ ទៀនមួយដើមនេះ ភ្លឺជំនួសកូន ពេលកូនមិនអាចឱប ផ្សែងធូបនេះ នាំសេចក្តីនឹក ហោះទៅរកម៉ែ ទោះឆ្ងាយប៉ុណ្ណា Mama, Mama, can you see កូនស្រីម៉ែ នៅតែនឹកម៉ែ ម៉ែអើយ ទៀនមួយដើមនេះ ភ្លឺជំនួសកូន [Verse 2] កូននៅចាំ ដៃម៉ែរដុបៗ វេណីសក់កូន ដាក់ប្រេងដូង ផ្កាម្លិះមួយទង ដោតលើត្រចៀក ម៉ែច្រៀងតិចៗ ចម្រៀងសម័យមុន Old Khmer songs on the cassette ម៉ែរាំម្នាក់ឯង ក្នុងផ្ទះបាយ កូនសើចដាក់ម៉ែ ថាម៉ែចាស់ហើយ ឥឡូវកូនច្រៀង បទដដែលនោះ [Verse 3] ម៉ែធ្លាប់ប្រាប់ថា ពេលម៉ែលែងនៅ កុំយំយូរពេក ត្រូវរស់ឱ្យល្អ ធ្វើបុណ្យតិចៗ ឱ្យម៉ែបានសុខ ហើយមើលថែប្អូនៗ ជំនួសម៉ែ I'm trying, Mama, I'm trying ប្អូនៗសុខសប្បាយ ទាំងអស់គ្នា តែយប់ខ្លះ កូននៅតែហៅម៉ែ ដូចកាលកូននៅតូច [Bridge] បើម៉ែឮកូន... សូមមកក្នុងសុបិន វេណីសក់កូន ម្តងទៀតផង Just one more time, Mama [Outro] ម៉ែអើយ... ទៀនមួយដើមនេះ ភ្លឺជំនួសកូន IN ENGLISH Chorus: Mom, this candle shines in my place, when I can't hold you. This incense smoke carries how much I miss you, flying to you no matter how far. Mama, can you see? Your daughter still misses you. Verse 1: Pchum Ben is here and the cool wind blows. I cook samlor korko from your recipe, pumpkin, eggplant, papaya, just like you did. But it never tastes like your hands made it. The old paper in your handwriting, your neat Khmer letters in rows. I read it crying in the kitchen. Verse 2: I remember your rough hands braiding my hair with coconut oil, a jasmine flower tucked behind my ear. You sang old songs softly and danced alone in the kitchen. I laughed and called you old. Now I sing that same song. Verse 3: You told me when you're gone, don't cry too long, live well, make merit for you, and take care of my siblings. They're all doing fine. But some nights I still call for you, like when I was little. Bridge: If you can hear me, please come to me in a dream, and braid my hair one more time. Created by Somleng Studio with AI-assisted music and visuals.

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