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Beirut windows slowly awaken
Houses piled up one on top of the other,
Whatever she does complements her
Together we live,
Each one on his own window
And life is ahead of us with its flowers and thorns
Beirut windows slowly awaken
Read in her coffee cups and tell me what do you foresee for her
She has seen a lot
Sweet days and sour ones
She doesn’t get enough of legends and life is still at its beginning
Beirut windows awaken slowly
Our stories hanging on clothesline, forgotten,
Colorful canvases on grey rooftops
Beirut windows slowly awaken
She stands in the early morning light
And puts kohol in her eyes
Someone will definitely drop by to visit her
And the sea with its ebbs and tides
Never tires and never stops
And no matter how old she gets
Only he is affectionate towards her
(lyrics translated from her song Shababik Beirut _ Beirut’s Windows)
