Give me a throne and I will be a king
Give a sword and I will be a soldier
Give me wings and I will be a bird
Put me under earth and I will be strong next to you
The dead are not dead
Maybe invisible, untouchable
Come here spirits of the great masters
Come here spirits of water
Come here spirits of wind.
If I play for Mala Kouli, his name is in my mouth
If I play for Kabboula Kadaou, his name is on my Biram
If I play for Abbaye Nami, his name is on my strings
A king without a throne, is he proud?
A soldier without a sword, what can we say about him?
A bird without wings , is he beautiful? would he be fine?