Fi Ahwi 'al Mafra' (In a cafe at the crossroads)

In a cafe at the crossroads

there's a fireplace and a girl

my love and I

have laid it out with secrets

one day I found

a pair of little lovers

had taken over our seats

become the joyful strollers.

O yellow leaves

we keep growing up

we keep growing

the roads and houses, the trees are changing

and growing up

you alone my country

my country my country

you alone are still a little child.

Like the arrow returning

from its trip into time

I crossed the streets

where no one laughed for me.

All my mates have grown up

all that was before

is no more the same

they've become the past

the gold of oblivion.

O yellow leaves

we keep growing up

we keep growing up

the houses and roads

the trees are changing

and growing up

you alone my country

my country my country

you alone are still

a little child.