Maktub

هذا الولد حالي، من أين أجي له؟  لاشي طريق ولا جبال طويلة.*   Pretty boy, You're so divine   Love like this is hard to find   I got heaven on my mind   I can’t wait to call you mine     Pretty boy, let's fly high   From the city to the sky   I see the future in your eyes   I can’t wait to call you mine     Every day’s a holiday   Every night is YemeNight     Ayy, I got a magic carpet   Jump right on it, baby   We're all set for another planet   A place you’ll never forget     Lemme take you to the stars (to the stars)   Mother Venus, father Mars (father Mars)   Traveling the universe (shoop shoop) Free as air, free as birds (free as birds) ------------- *Original lyrics by Tair Haim, including a traditional Yemenite folk line.   Translation: "This boy is sweet, how do I get to him? There's no path, nor tall mountains."