I have questions on my mind
about you and about the neighbors.
About how the time has passed.
About what you've done in secret.
Did the valley really dry-out?
Are there any stones left?
I have questions on my mind,
about you and about the neighbors.
About how the time has passed.
About what you've done in secret.
Did the valley really dry-out?
Are there any stones left?
Berlin hurts sometimes.
It's beautiful and full of people.
But i miss Um Sabri,
and i miss you most of all.
Berlin hurts sometimes.
It's beautiful and full of people.
But i miss Um Sabri,
and i miss you most of all.
Tell me what do people talk about.
Give me all the gossip you have.
Without the aunties slander,
morning coffee has lost its meaning.
Who is renting their house to a snitch*?
who has become the cheapest dealer?
whose wife caught him hot handed,
taking his girlfriend on a date.
They say that hamouda,
who used to lift weights
Has been in prison for two years,
they say he robbed the post office.
Is Aatef still in contruction,
isn't he destroyed yet?
Do the police still spend every night
fucking with the kids of arabs?
Are we still consumed by rage?
Do we still brawl with the Russians?
Does the whole neighborhood still cry,
every time a bride leaves home?
Does hasan still slash the tires,
of whomever steals his spot?
And is every balcony to balcony,
still closer than lips on lips?
I heard the neighborhood is bigger,
they have filled it with ethiopians.
And you moved with your boyfriend
now you're living in "Almaniye."
Do you still hang out in "Fatoush"?
Do you still see Um Wadde3?
Every morning does Ahsraf Hanna
still drink his coffe quickly before he leaves?
Do the baskets still hang from the balconies.
Is the "Karmelit**" still running.
Is Mousa Alray still determined
to go fishing in "3atleet***"?
Do the bars still stay open?
Closing in the early morning.
Do they still speak politics,
till your head is about to burst.
Do you still believe yourself,
everytime you say "last shot."
Have you left the bar with someone besides me,
and slept on the beach?
They say that you are spitefull.
That I went crazy because of you.
That you were the one to leave,
and make me abandon the country and flee.
I know that's not what happened,
but this neighborhood never changes.
They always blame the woman
and as for the man people never care.
But I'm not calling to apologize,
I'm calling to laugh with you
about how they tell our story
while they make cookies.
It's a nice story that they've invented.
it's a sweeter story than the truth.
it's still more spirited,
than the lie of you being a friend.
And I'm calling to say don't stress about it.
In a couple months this neighborhood forgets.
And just like like all the boys
My heart will quickly harden,
And I'm calling to tell you about Berlin,
it's beautiful and full of people.
But I miss Um Sabri,
and I miss you most of all.
Berlin hurts sometimes.
It's beautiful and full of people.
But I miss Um Sabri,
and I miss you most of all.