Airy and Eric Ya Kouira – the poet al-Buhtari
I see and I see you, Kweira
In your mother’s freedom, what left you?
You sold the boy, who will rub it?
Tomorrow does it bother you if I scratch you?
I see and I see you, Kweira
In your mother’s freedom, what left you?
You sold the boy, who will rub it?
Tomorrow does it bother you if I scratch you?