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?"