作词 : GENC, BURHAN 作曲 : GENC, BURHAN With my right foot first I stepped into the holy mosque Upon the cold white marble Where day and night people sat worshippin’, praying Right and left, the mosque being cleaned Shinin’, not a particle of dust The carvings of marble, the plates of gold The symmetry of the whole mosque Yeah, the largest of it all Then came the grandest of the whole The big beautiful house of AllahCovered with black cloth and gold leaf writin’ My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad Such a feeling, my brother, never ever felt I hadA special bondage to the almighty A sudden chill in me Lookin’ around the large floor was filled with unity Circling the beautiful house Chanting, people sitting, prayin’ for forgiveness Prayin’ to do better, I witnessed Takin’ a deep breath, tears was runnin’ I ran around the black house, the ancient black house Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin’ 24 no doubt I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing How everyone had their attention only on worshippin’ All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin’ Forgettin’ everything matters and happenings, just giving I looked up in the sky thanking Allah for this journey Sayin’, "I swear I didn’t schedule to be here this earlyI thought I’d come here like pops in my forties and fiftiesAnd the doe I paid for the ticket was meant for some hobbyBut who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrowOr 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow?" For a moment I pictured myself 6 feet deep In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets Allah holds the master plan and it’s already written The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, it’s written Looking back on my life Life that’s gladly been given to me Open my eyes and embrace the smile Given to you and ICon mi mano derecha abro la puerta Mi madre me recibe con un periódico y una carta Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos De momentos ya yo espero Que mis lágrimas caigan, me preparo Me sorprende que mis ojos estén Secos y mi alma esté calmada En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada Staring outside There was something I realized Tomorrow the sun will rise and together Will see the beauty of eternity Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos Lo normal sería sufrimiento O un parecido sentimiento Le pido a Dios que lo amparé en sus últimos momentos Looking back on my life Life, that’s gladly been given to me Open my eyes and embrace the smile Given to you and ILooking back on my life No regret, only the sweet journey Lessons from the simple steps Taking by you and IWith my right hand first I open the door to the room Where my woman gave birth To my first born son Only minutes before I was in the waiting room, nervous Mom's giving me comfort Family support As I approached, I could hear him crying I didn’t notice that my tears were running Pictured myself for a moment In the arms of my father Flashback to the bended shoulders On which I’d sit grabbing his finger Taking my first step Would I become like him? After a certain age bottle up Stop showing love But cold handshakes throughout the years Replaced by hugs Father whispered in his ears The family was gathered Pictures were taken My hands still shaking My joy was beyond words, him in my arms Three generations of tears running so calm He came with Gods blessing And grace, so we named him FaizanIf I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it But if I worship you for your own being Don’t withhold from me your everlasting beauty If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it But if I worship you for your own being Don’t withhold from me your everlasting beauty
作词 : GENC, BURHAN 作曲 : GENC, BURHAN With my right foot first I stepped into the holy mosque Upon the cold white marble Where day and night people sat worshippin’, praying Right and left, the mosque being cleaned Shinin’, not a particle of dust The carvings of marble, the plates of gold The symmetry of the whole mosque Yeah, the largest of it all Then came the grandest of the whole The big beautiful house of AllahCovered with black cloth and gold leaf writin’ My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad Such a feeling, my brother, never ever felt I hadA special bondage to the almighty A sudden chill in me Lookin’ around the large floor was filled with unity Circling the beautiful house Chanting, people sitting, prayin’ for forgiveness Prayin’ to do better, I witnessed Takin’ a deep breath, tears was runnin’ I ran around the black house, the ancient black house Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin’ 24 no doubt I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing How everyone had their attention only on worshippin’ All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin’ Forgettin’ everything matters and happenings, just giving I looked up in the sky thanking Allah for this journey Sayin’, "I swear I didn’t schedule to be here this earlyI thought I’d come here like pops in my forties and fiftiesAnd the doe I paid for the ticket was meant for some hobbyBut who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrowOr 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow?" For a moment I pictured myself 6 feet deep In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets Allah holds the master plan and it’s already written The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, it’s written Looking back on my life Life that’s gladly been given to me Open my eyes and embrace the smile Given to you and ICon mi mano derecha abro la puerta Mi madre me recibe con un periódico y una carta Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos De momentos ya yo espero Que mis lágrimas caigan, me preparo Me sorprende que mis ojos estén Secos y mi alma esté calmada En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada Staring outside There was something I realized Tomorrow the sun will rise and together Will see the beauty of eternity Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos Lo normal sería sufrimiento O un parecido sentimiento Le pido a Dios que lo amparé en sus últimos momentos Looking back on my life Life, that’s gladly been given to me Open my eyes and embrace the smile Given to you and ILooking back on my life No regret, only the sweet journey Lessons from the simple steps Taking by you and IWith my right hand first I open the door to the room Where my woman gave birth To my first born son Only minutes before I was in the waiting room, nervous Mom's giving me comfort Family support As I approached, I could hear him crying I didn’t notice that my tears were running Pictured myself for a moment In the arms of my father Flashback to the bended shoulders On which I’d sit grabbing his finger Taking my first step Would I become like him? After a certain age bottle up Stop showing love But cold handshakes throughout the years Replaced by hugs Father whispered in his ears The family was gathered Pictures were taken My hands still shaking My joy was beyond words, him in my arms Three generations of tears running so calm He came with Gods blessing And grace, so we named him FaizanIf I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it But if I worship you for your own being Don’t withhold from me your everlasting beauty If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it But if I worship you for your own being Don’t withhold from me your everlasting beauty
