My eyes saw him, to my misfortune
oh, what a pain to leave him there
those men, who are they
one sings for him
one drinks for his health
I would give my life
for the tenderness
And I wash the seven heads
And I become the warrior
And I wash the seven heads
And victory is mine!
My soul remains in this quiet village
my heart is torn between two desires
the minarets of baghdad
and the land of the two mosques
you and i will never agree
love will decide
who's to be crowned king
And I wash the seven heads
And I become the warrior
And I wash the seven heads
And victory is mine!
One is the mirror of the other
two bright moons in the same sky
golden warrior on a white horse
i embraced him and became drunk
like a windswept branch
fidelity is splendid
but no more than infidelity
And I wash the seven heads
And I become the warrior
And I wash the seven heads
And victory is mine!