Goodthings
Let's go over to the marriage chakra.
Come,
oh come,
oh come,
oh come,
oh come,
oh come,
oh come
They say
I'm Naim,
I'm the Pasha
The doors are locked,
come, oh come,
oh come
Come, my black-eyed one, come
Come, my dull tongue, come
They say I'm a traitor, I'm a pasha
But they have locked me up in a cage
Come,
my black-eyed one, come
Come, my dull tongue, come
A house is here,
another house is across the street
Look, our house is like this
Forty years of hunger has dried up
Our village is not getting enough Come,
my black-eyed one,
come
The water-giver
has thrown a bullet in their head
Come,
my
black-eyed one, come
The water-giver has thrown a bullet in their head
Come,
my black-eyed one, come
Come, my dull tongue,
come