I do not exist on the ID card
A string and a piece of wood are my gunpowder
Without a nationality, without borders
And if you ask me I would say
I play the ´oud
Laissez Passer; your name…your image isn’t familiar
Laissez Passer; your origin…your roots aren’t known
Laissez Passer; your country…your homeland isn’t known
With music I become a flying bird
I change my feathers, I change my strings
Between my letters…words of fire
Arabic, African, ´oud, and guitar
Laissez Passer; your name…your image isn’t familiar
Laissez Passer; your origin…your roots aren’t known
Laissez Passer; your country…your homeland isn’t known
Laissez Passer
A string and a piece of wood are my gunpowder
Without a nationality, without borders
And if you ask me I would say
I play the ´oud
Laissez Passer; your name…your image isn’t familiar
Laissez Passer; your origin…your roots aren’t known
Laissez Passer; your country…your homeland isn’t known
With music I become a flying bird
I change my feathers, I change my strings
Between my letters…words of fire
Arabic, African, ´oud, and guitar
Laissez Passer; your name…your image isn’t familiar
Laissez Passer; your origin…your roots aren’t known
Laissez Passer; your country…your homeland isn’t known
Laissez Passer
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