Bad Days All the Day of the Week All our memory is all about the word That old neighborhood of good and intimate friends Tight and narrow streets of the long, dark night
from the old neighborhood I remember my name Flower who was always on your head
Still our name is two kindly remembered Yeah Lovers names that always remain I know that you have nothing for me but remember me again here
I remember you from the old neighborhood It was Pi that flowering tent that always was on your head
or Habibi ....
Still our names are both kind to them Yeah Eshagas names that always remain I know that you have nothing to do but remember you again I put it in the alley behind our hearts.
