It’s mine, not yours!
The business of life is the acquisition of memories. In the end that’s all there is
This is too much
And since I can’t see your eyes I’ll use the moon up in the sky
To melt your heart dear, to sooth your worries and your fears
And so as long as we’re apart we’ll use the waves to send our hearts
Through wind and currents, until you can come home again
When I think I’m good at Arabic but then I hear actual arabs speak in amiyya and it’s just too much: