[Verse 1]
O Barma! For God's love, add more fog
You just add more heat, and we and our hammam buckets will be patient
Countless empty-headed people are flooded in the old-age fairy tales
Not only were we empty-headed, but also lovers
Some people's behaviors are like soap suds
And we are falling onto their schemes
How beautiful is it to relieve your bones on a mosaic floor
God, hеlp me get past some cold droplеts of water dripping from the ceiling
It's much of a big deal to me that the "bath scrubber glove" match the color of my underwear
Beside the drain, a mess of shampoo sachets and orange peels
Some people's behaviors are like soap suds
And we are falling onto their schemes
O Barma! You're a shame. Increase the heat
Add more heat and everything will be just perfect
Hammam buckets made of caucho, they were tires, now they're flat
My bones used to be tight, but now they are weak
It was dry, and they watered it
They brought him to make a 'show'
Hence, he slipped with the others
[Refrain]
Awah wah (Alliteration) Holy Moulay potholes, reduce the thorns
Echoes of the collapse resonating over the walls
Scribble a sorcery, for God's sake
Awah wah (Alliteration) The imperatives aren't my concerns
Let the joke last long
"Mother Zahra" alter the events
Save the day as usual
[Chorus]
Ada Ada, Mother Dada, Dada my sufferance
Unexpectedly, gravity got me good
No, no, no the "back rubbers" aren't my friends
They left me for my suffering. I took a few steps, then it (gravity) threw me flat on my face
[Verse 2]
O Barma! I am begging you, add more and more
Add heat, get hotter, only to have a quick cleaning, then we'll pass
"The clothes wrap's" keeper even around his profitable opportunities, yet he's too much concerned with his own welfare
Stepping harder and moving on in his own way with his head held high
He will get hit with a "Foot Sweep" and his forehead will hit the ground
And he'll yell: "O Righteous!"
[Refrain]
Awah wah (Alliteration) Holy Moulay potholes, reduce the thorns
Echoes of the collapse resonating over the walls
Scribble a sorcery, for God's sake
Awah wah (Alliteration) The imperatives aren't my concerns
Let the joke last long
"Mother Zahra" alter the events
Save the day as usual
[Chorus]
Ada Ada, Mother Dada, Dada my sufferance
Unexpectedly, gravity got me good
No, no, no the "back rubbers" aren't my friends
They left me for my suffering. I took a few steps, then it (gravity) threw me flat on my face
[Outro]
O Barma! Wishing you continued happiness, turn up the volume
Sing about your heat, we'll listen to your panegyrics
The righteous died, the "Aita" performers lived
We slipped and people with binge-eating were spared
Wandering around three 3 rooms
Hammam Alzalqin (Public baths of the slippy ones)