Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fatima, artist - K'NAAN.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Fatima |
Picture the morning taste and devour |
We rise early pace up the hour |
Streets is bustlin' hustlin' their heart out |
You can’t have the sweet with no sour |
Spices, herbs, the sweet scent of flower |
She came out precisely the hour |
Clouds disappear, the sun shows the power |
No chance of a probable shower |
I fell in love with my neighbors' daughter |
I wanted to protect and support her |
Never mind I’m just 12 and a quarter |
I had dreams beyond our border |
Is it true when they say all you need is just love? |
(Is it true?) |
What about those who I have loved? |
Only to find that it’s taken away |
And why do they say that the children have rights to be free? |
(To be free) |
What about those who I’ve known |
Whose memory still lives inside of me |
Fatima, what did the young man say, before he stole you away? |
On that fateful day, Fatima |
Fatima, did he know your name or the plans we made? |
To go to New York City, Fatima |
And after school, we studied the lessons |
I ask God to slow down the seconds |
He does the opposite that’s what I’m guessin' |
I better chill and count my own blessings |
Fatima, Fatima what is the matter? |
How come you ain’t come up the ladder? |
So we can be like there’s no tomorrow |
Damn you gonna make me wait until tomorrow |
She spoke Arabic and Swahili |
She’d say «Upendo anta Habibi» |
You so bright, you shine like my TV |
Then one day she never came to meet me |
Is it true when they say all you need is just love? |
(Is it true?) |
What about those who I have loved? |
Only to find that it’s taken away |
And why do they say that the children have rights to be free? |
(To be free) |
What about those who I’ve known |
Whose memory still lives inside of me |
Fatima, what did the young man say, before he stole you away? |
On that fateful day, Fatima |
Fatima, did he know your name or the plans we made? |
To go to New York City, Fatima |
Fatima, what did the young man say, before he stole you away? |
On that fateful day, Fatima |
Fatima, did he know your name or the plans we made? |
To go to New York City, Fatima |
If beauty was in the eyes of the beholder |
How come everyone hushed when she walked by |
How come girls would look just to scold her |
How come the angel wanted to hold her? |
Fatima, Fatima I’m in America |
I make rhymes and I make 'em delicate |
You would have liked the parks in Connecticut |
You would have said I’m working too hard again |
Damn you, shooter, Damn you the building |
Whose walls hid the blood she was spillin' |
Damn you country so good at killin' |
Damn you feelin' for persevering |
Is it true when they say all you need is just love? |
(Is it true?) |
What about those who I have loved? |
Only to find that it’s taken away |
And why do they say that the children have rights to be free? |
(To be free) |
What about those who I’ve known |
Whose memory still lives inside of me |
Fatima, what did the young man say, before he stole you away? |
On that fateful day, Fatima |
Fatima, did he know your name or the plans we made? |
To go to New York City, Fatima |
Fatima, what did the young man say, before he stole you away? |
On that fateful day, Fatima |
Fatima, did he know your name or the plans we made? |
To go to New York City, Fatima |
Now I just want to make it clear |
I don’t want you to shed a tear |
'Cause this here (Fatima) is a celebration |
We’re not mourning, we’re celebrating |
(Fatima) Yeah |
So, baby, don’t cry |
Please don’t let the tears fall |
(Fatima) So don’t cry |