The Breaking Hands
The sun and sea are smiling
While you're going to bed
Wish Allah would will me
A piece of iron in my head
On my knees and wishing
On my knees and breaking hands
The fish are jumping in Tunis
They change colours in my hands
You don't watch the movies, like the clouds
On a plane to Japan
On my knees and wishing
On my knees and breaking hands
They bring the fish in at Tunis
They're changing blue, green and red
While Allah has willed me
And he's got it to my head
On my knees and wishing
On my knees and breaking hands
On my knees and wishing
On my knees and breaking hands