On the kitchen tiles
Between Créteil and Belleville
In cumin and orange blossom
In the song of bracelets dancing around wrists

I only know you through their memories
Yet in my veins you beat and breathe
Tunisia, Tunisia, Tunisia, Tunisia

We speak with our hands, we burn with our eyes
For us a lot is good, too much is better
Modest hearts, outrageous bodies
Fragile and joyful

I only know you through their memories
Yet in my veins you beat and breathe
Tunisia, Tunisia, Tunisia, Tunisia

Strange stranger
So far yet so familiar
The keepers of our memories take with them
The stories from Tunis to Sousse
Of jasmine, Chrah and couscous

Tunisia Tunisia Tunisia Tunisia

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