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