New Arabic
Ṭeo ṭaṯ in the setting sun
they fight for scraps but they never done
street cats, they don't play by the rules
they're the chains of the dirt
and the blackout of schools
street cats, with their eyes on the moon
they're howling at midnight
they're gone by noon
claws like daggers, hearts of gold
stories they carry, never told
under neon signs they claim their throne each one a legend,
out on their own
they don't need colors,
they don't need names,
living for freedom
while in their veins,
street cats,
they don't play by the rules
they're the kings of the dirt and the blackout of schools
street cats, with their eyes on the moon
they're howling at midnight they're gone by noon
paws on the pavement chasing a dream
feline bandits in the smoky steam
rough around the edges,
smooth as silk laughing up life like it's cream to milk
street cats,
they don't play by the rules they're the
kings of the dirt and the blackout of schools
street cats, with their eyes on the moon
they're howling at midnight they're gone by noon
paws on the pavement chasing a dream
feline bandits in the smoky steam
rough around the edges,
smooth as silk laughing up life like it's cream to milk
street cats,
they don't play by the rules they're the kings of the dirt
and the blackout of schools
street cats, with their eyes on the moon
they're howling at midnight they're gone by noon
paws on the pavement chasing a dream
feline bandits in the smoky steam
rough around the edges,
smooth as silk laughing up life like it's cream to milk