Kashka from Baghdad
Lives in sin, they say,
With another man,
But no one knows who.

Old friends never call there.
Some wonder if life´s
Inside at all--
If there´s life inside at all.

But we know the lady who rents the room.
She catches them calling a la lune.

At night
They´re seen
Laughing,
Loving.
They know
The way
To be
Happy.

They never go for walks.

Maybe it´s because
The moon´s not bright enough.
There´s light in love, you see.

I watch their shadows,
Tall and slim,
In the window opposite.
I long to be with them.

´Cause when all the alley-cats come out,
You can hear music from Kashka´s house.

At night
They´re seen
Laughing,
Loving.
They know
The way

To be
Happy.

"Watching every night.*
Don´t you know they´re seen?
Won´t you let me laugh?
Let me in your love.

"Watching every night.
Don´t you know they´re seen?
Won´t you let me laugh?
Let me in your love.

"Watching every night.
Don´t you know they´re seen?
Won´t you let me laugh?
Let me in your love.

"Watching every night.
Don´t you know they´re seen?
Won´t you let me laugh?"