The doctor is not always the shafi
The weather is not so safi
The bread is not kafi

But your live makes my heart dafi
And makes me run hafi
Oh baby baraka…Safi

She was near me and the light was tafi
I took her hand, my heart was then very dafi
She said, you have your cup, don’t drink from ghrorrafi

Her voice was strange, like commandant kaddafi
I said: baby, are you not moulate l3ouafi?
I touched...