Trafika Europe 6 - Arabesque

lyrics & poems

Black coffee for these fellows Before their fingers, before their heart Another then another It’s in here that all is argued without end Appointments, our juniors’ marriages, garlic, sheep

El Watan or La Liberté on every table Folded in two with darkened pages

For ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years Me, I’ve stayed there hidden, watched you carefully For ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years Me, I’ve stayed there hidden, watched you carefully Oooh oooh man, I’d love to be there by your side Oooh oooh man, I’d love to be there by your side To chitchat, play dominoes, to blather, indolent To smoke your rhymes, drink coffee by your side, To stay there the whole day, in fig trees’ shadow In your Algiers paradise the finest coffeehouse of the world. Admire times gone by and times that are going by… Stay there, gentlemen, stay there, I must tell you… Stay there, gentlemen, stay there, I must tell you… I won’t bother you, nor make you feel ashamed But maybe… I will make you laugh! Oooh oooh man, I’d love to be there by your side Oooh oooh man, I’d love to be there by your side Just a few words of no importance Talk about this weather and the war!

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