作曲 : Mustafa Karim
The curtains fluttered
Like ghostly fingers
Dancing in the dusky twilight's breath
As the city hummed its ancient song
Of whispers, secrets, and untold deaths
Mr. Shahmy's shadow crossed the walls
A phantom figure from a bygone time
His wisdom wrapped
In layers of smoke
From a world now lost
The cobblestones echoed underfoot
With tales of footsteps long erased
And Gabriel, with her single L
Wove stories through the morning haze
Her voice a river, smooth and clear
Cutting through the chaos
And the grime
Each note a beacon, pure and sheer
In this city's relentless grind
She moves with grace
Through the crowded streets
A dancer in the storm's embrace
Her eyes
Twin stars in the urban night
Guide lost souls
To a sacred place
Where dreams
Are whispered on the wind
And hope is found
In the smallest things
In every heart
A story pinned
In every soul
A song that sings
In this land where death is hard work
Life blossoms in the cracks and seams
And even in the darkest corners
There are moments of light, of dreams
So I sit and listen to Tom Waits
His gravelly voice, a comfort, a friend
And think of Gabriel and Mr. Shahmy
In this world that twists and bends
作曲 : Mustafa Karim
The curtains fluttered
Like ghostly fingers
Dancing in the dusky twilight's breath
As the city hummed its ancient song
Of whispers, secrets, and untold deaths
Mr. Shahmy's shadow crossed the walls
A phantom figure from a bygone time
His wisdom wrapped
In layers of smoke
From a world now lost
The cobblestones echoed underfoot
With tales of footsteps long erased
And Gabriel, with her single L
Wove stories through the morning haze
Her voice a river, smooth and clear
Cutting through the chaos
And the grime
Each note a beacon, pure and sheer
In this city's relentless grind
She moves with grace
Through the crowded streets
A dancer in the storm's embrace
Her eyes
Twin stars in the urban night
Guide lost souls
To a sacred place
Where dreams
Are whispered on the wind
And hope is found
In the smallest things
In every heart
A story pinned
In every soul
A song that sings
In this land where death is hard work
Life blossoms in the cracks and seams
And even in the darkest corners
There are moments of light, of dreams
So I sit and listen to Tom Waits
His gravelly voice, a comfort, a friend
And think of Gabriel and Mr. Shahmy
In this world that twists and bends