I could remember, vividly
Those days we were younger
During the hamattan
You see our feet, whitish and stronger
...
This world was lost,
ah, i have made myself a tribe out of my true affections.
This world, that have shattered our lives, and cut off our days
rendering us blind to see the sun rays
...
the way of men is but deceit
forgetting that tis world is not ours
glued to where life suggests, dancing to life's beat
embracing it's pinch of treats, sweet or sour-
...