Close your eyes, stop for a moment and take a deep breath
It smells of saffron, honey pastries and grilled meats
A hint of gasoline mixed into it
Garbage rots in the sun... I open my eyes
Caravans pass by a few meters away
An elderly woman dressed in a Djellaba looks me sharply from the side
The colour of the skin is the same
Nevertheless, I see not how most
Between the tourist palaces
Hide brittle façades
Stray cats, begging children, severely crowded bazaars
Transporter with sheep, rattling buses, roaring taxi driver
Little boy playing barefoot Ball
Snake charmers and street painter
My open ear understands every word
Even if I'm not here were born
Because the roots of my family tree
Lying deep beneath the earth hidden
Looking for myself
In the streets of Nado-or ... Nado-o-or
I feel at home, I feel Lost, lo-o-o-ost...
Lanterns come on, take a walk on the beach
See my shadow in the sand
Barefoot in the water, a silky wind accompanied the waves ashore
Look into the distance ... fluttering flags, lit mountains
Volcanoes are sleeping, on top of the world hanging gold stars
An elderly man secured his boat
The rope in the wrinkled hands
I greet with "Salam", he smiles at me
His tired face speaks volumes
In these moments, I ask myself
What it would be like to be born here
Different friends, different values but the heart beats the same ...
Looking for myself
In the streets of Nado-or ... Nado-o-or
I feel at home, I feel Lost, lo-o-o-ost...
2000 miles lie between my worlds
I often feel torn, I'd like to combine them
I'd love to know where I belong
In my dreams the Main* flows into the Mediterranean
Looking for myself
In the streets of Nado-or ... Nado-o-or
I feel at home, I feel Lost, lo-o-o-ost...