♪ There is no warmer! Go, my love! Light up the Pope of St. Michael! Let's go! Go, my love! Light up the Pope of St. Michael! Shine the cross of the South! Shine the cross of the South! In the East of Allah! Sky of Shirazade! Come to Morocco, my love! In my village, come, come! Dream of the city! Shine the cross of the South! In the East of Allah! Sky of Shirazade! Come to Morocco, my love! In my village, come, come! Dream of the city! I went to the desert to play my drum To meet her, I called Suddenly, the turn appears In the Lord's Square The gate of love story I went to the sea My East! My East! As a life of passion You are my El Jadid My theater of illusion So much so that my look I see the sea shine Mermaid! So many sands to splash My desert! My central! Your oasis! My corner! Madeira! Mixture! Where to dance! I learned from Cesar Love of Samba or Camo One thousand and one nights of love Put the machine in the mouth Sing in the hands of Simba My ear is from Mercado I learned from Cesar Love of Samba or Camo One thousand and one nights of love It's the Sahara of there Or the Sahara of face My sweetness arrived Arrived! Arrived! From Babilique! From Babilique to Bandeira The caravan of the sea Returns to our village Oh my Brazil! A hug to humanity You are the motherland, gentle mother Of friendship Shine the light of the south In the East of Alaska Sky of Xerax Come to Morocco, my love I have my village Dream of a good city Shine the light of the south In the East of Alaska Sky of Xerax Come to Morocco, my love I have my village Dream of a good city Shine the light of the south