[Prelude: Yohan Shanmugaratnam]
They’re like that, our parents
Who just worked and kept quiet
Never being invited to newsrooms to talk about free speech or whatever
For those who are preparing to die in a foreign country
It’s the gooey cake, or the cup of way-too-sweet tea
That has been the cheapest and quickest ticket home
The sorrow when a parent is about to fade away is, of course, not unique to us migrant kids
But it comes with an extra layer for us
Maybe because we’re losing our most important link
To a part of the world they brought here
We, their children
Are believers and non-believers
Shameful, and shameless
Rooted, and rootless
We were kids when we filled out forms for our parents
Called customer service on their behalf
And wrote condolence letters to their Norwegian friends
We were kids when the rest of Norway laughed at skits
Where the only joke was that they talked like our parents
One day, they will leave us here
Between the place they left, and the place they tried to be a part of
And when it’s our turn, we’ll look back
To reassure ourselves, and them
That we managed to get one step closer
[Verse 1: Chirag]
Brown feet straight in the snow
Now we're drinking wine out of decanters
“Hairy goals,” tarantula
Peer pressure jokes like have-one-more, tarantula tr-tarantula
Brown feet straight in the snow
More champagne, more chablis
With Gablu, Bablu, and Bunty
Brown feet straight in the snow
Now we're drinking wine out of decanters
I drank sharab in Geiranger in ‘02 on tour
I repent, God
Brown feet straight in the snow
Brown feet straight in the snow, brr
[Chorus: Emilie Nicolas & Chirag]
Fairuz, on top of the world
Can you tell my dear what I have carried?
Fairuz, on top of the world
Can you tell my dear what I have carried?
We taught ourselves, we taught ourselves
Riding dunya like a water slide, we taught ourselves
We taught ourselves, we taught ourselves
[Verse 2: Jonas Benyoub]
(Eyh-eyh-gra-gra-gra-gra-grah)
Brown feet straight in the snow to a black Benz
I know it’s just me, know it’s just me
No parasol or Cartier lens can shade my shine
I wear it like clothing when they talk behind my back
It stays outside of me
Inshallah
See me making angels in the snow, that’s snow
I am a flower of decibels straight from the asphalt, all right
Mussels and wine with La Mif, Babboche for Baba Hafid
Half-half like Abdelmaguid
His son, the price of life
And our moms are white, like snow
My mom is 47 so I call her Kalash
I want to distribute Gucci to all the neighborhood kids
So they don’t need to sell marijuana
The hell do I know...
[Sample: Hafid Benyoub]
It was a clementine from Morocco
It was almost like a dream
[Chorus: Emilie Nicolas & Chirag]
Fairuz, on top of the world
Can you tell my dear what I have carried?
Fairuz, on top of the world
Can you tell my dear what I have carried?
We taught ourselves, we taught ourselves
Riding dunya like a water slide, we taught ourselves
We taught ourselves, we taught ourselves
[Verse 3: Magdi]
Why do you have to eat malban?
Why do you add five teaspoons?
Why don't you ever leave the apartment?
Why do you think all of this happened?
Why do you say you feel better?
Why don’t you just say it hurts?
Why do you lie to the doctor?
Why do you have to be so dumb?
Why do you go get diabetes?
Why do you also have kidney failure?
Why don’t you just go to the gym?
Why do you think you need insulin?
Why do you also get high blood pressure?
Why don’t you just walk with a little pulse?
Why don’t you go walk around the woods?
Why do you have another tumor?
Why do you also have arrhythmia?
Why do you also have bone cancer?
Why don’t you go outside in the winter?
Why don’t you go get some exercise?
Why don’t you?
Why?
[Outro: Magdi]
Baba, I’m not a lighthouse
And they’re reporting cytokine storms
Baba, I’m not a lighthouse
I just have disco lights on
Baba, I’m not a lighthouse
And they’re reporting cytokine storms
Baba, I’m not a lighthouse
I just have disco lights on