Dont Saddam, dont Saddam
I was sleeping
Tile again Paulkamo
I would see it
Oh, oh, oh
Neither purple nor atlas
White was fog
To the color of the moon and the sky
It was silver
A familiar shelter
A shadow of a kind boon
Horizon
Under the young trees
Dont Saddam that people are torn
Only their photo of their beautiful younger younger
Dont Saddam, I sleep even bruises
I want to stay for Brahman I want to be a father
Oh, oh, oh
Dont Saddam, dont Saddam
I was sleeping
Tile again Paulkamo
I would see it
Oh, oh, oh
