Lyrics by Abd Al-lateef Aqel

I live in the local, Figs and olives
And I wear your nakedness like a scented dress
I live in the local, Figs and olives
And I wear your nakedness like a scented dress
And I build a house from the ruins of your eyes
And I build a house from the ruins of your eyes
And I love you alive, and I love you dead
And I love you alive, and I love you dead
And if I am hungry I eat za’atar
And I wipe my face with your hair, love sick
And I wipe my face with your hair, love sick
As my dusty face redens
And child embryos in his palms
And it develops, evolve, and grows

And when I wind up, lonely
To be flogged with humiliation
And when I wind up, lonely
To be flogged with humiliation
And hit with a whip in every station
And hit with a whip in every station
I feel like we are two lovers
That died from being
I feel like we are two lovers
That died from being
Samra and Asmar
Samra and Asmar
And you become me and I become you
Delicious figs and shaved almonds
Delicious figs and shaved almonds
Delicious figs and shaved almonds

And when my head is smashed by soldiers
And drink the coldness of prison
So I forget you,
So I forget you,
So I forget you,
I’d love you more
I live in the local, Figs and olives
And I wear your nakedness like a scented dress
I live in the local, Figs and olives
And I wear your nakedness like a scented dress
And I build a house from the ruins of your eyes
And I build a house from the ruins of your eyes
And I love you alive, and I love you dead
And I love you alive, and I love you dead
And if I am hungry I eat za’atar

Love on the Palestinian Way