H.E.N.N.A. - Mehdi Bahmad, King Arthur

Baby baby you want to save us

You planted faith, so why did rain stop?

The ground is feeding but you drain us

The leaves will fall before you wake up

The earth is shaking and you save dust

The sky is breaking but you gave it up

You turn to stone in the name of

The one who gave us hands and blamed us

Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay

If I go there I will blow your mind

Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay

Ana nor el ein o nor nar

I’ll grow way higher than your Jannah

My hands are useless without Henna

My roots go deeper than your hell I’m

The aftertaste of your favorite flavor

Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay

Ana nor el ein o nor nar

Baby baby won’t realize that

Hand Exhibition’s Not Native Art

Baby baby would fall and cry but

Hidden Eyes Never Negate Above

I tried, I prayed

My Henna slowly fades

Unfolded my hands

But you can’t understand

I wish I could just

Make you feel my touch

What you reap is dead

Wish you could understand

Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay

Ana nor el ein o nor nar

Baby baby won’t realize that

Hand Exhibition’s Not Native Art

Baby baby would fall and cry but

Hidden Eyes Never Negate Above

Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay

Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ay

Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ah-ay

Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yay