Sometimes I gamble, I listen to Hasni
I do nothing but drive all night
I thought you were my friend
I confide in you and you tell my life story
Sometimes I gamble, I listen to Hasni
I do nothing but drive all night
We said yes to each other for life
The bread of the house of Yacallo is for Abraham
I light a cigarette
I think of yesterday
The sun at its zenith, I'm jittered
I haven't even prayed yet
Time is a pain
It's money as well
Like you, I'm sick
I run after what escapes me
I tire myself as well (the gold mine, the gold mine)
Go ahead do it, I can't fall asleep anymore
Panic, suffering, my heart is sick
My soul wants to repent
I'm searching for the antidote
Yema, forgive your son
I'm in a block
Cigs after cigs, it's shit
Sometimes I gamble, I listen to Hasni
I do nothing but drive all night
I thought you were my friend
I confide in you and you tell my life story
Sometimes I gamble, I listen to Hasni
I do nothing but drive all night
We said yes to each other for life
The bread of the house of Yacallo is for Abraham
I turned, I zoned out
I zoned out, I turned
I turned, I zoned out
I lost my time
Hands made for gold
Handcuffs made of silver
I turned, I zoned out
I zoned out, I turned
I turned, I zoned out
I lost my time
Hands made for gold
Handcuffs made of silver
You want to see me melt
I smoked, I got drunk
But I've never collapsed
I know the true face of people
I know the true face of people
When you're in shit theres no one who waits for you
Me, I want gold and gold and gold
I turned, I zoned out
I zoned out, I turned
I turned, I zoned out
I lost my time
Hands made for gold
Handcuffs made of silver
I turned, I zoned out
I zoned out, I turned
I turned, I zoned out
I lost my time
Hands made for gold
Handcuffs made of silver
What? What do you know of my life?
Small berber who became prince of his city
I gave, I gave
I don't give a fuck about these people
I just want a villa, a pool for Alia and Djibril
I shoot two-three bars and I fly, I fly
I hear to my left Satan who is sneering
The desire to burn it all, brings a hurricane
I'm in-between two flames
I turned, I zoned out
I zoned out, I turned
I turned, I zoned out
I lost my time
Hands made for gold
Handcuffs made of silver
I turned, I zoned out
I zoned out, I turned
I turned, I zoned out
I lost my time
Hands made for gold
Handcuffs made of silver