Paroles de Fadime

Fadime you wew always on the run From a family of honour you run Your father he will chose a man for you But you are a secondhand woman this will not do Fadime you put the same on us And the honour of our family is lost You can't be someone elses wife I hate to say this but you must die Fadime burry her young Fadime hide her form the sun You are no daughter of mine I damn you to hell for my pride Fadime only twentysix years old With a great life and sweet as a rose Your father and your brother your family of honour Will betray you and take your dream away Fadime your blood turns red While the bullets come shooting through your head The fools they go on and they pray and they sin They sell their souls and lose everything Fadime burry her young Fadime hide her form the sun You are no daughter of mine I damn you to hell for my pride Fadime burry her young Fadime hide her form the sun You are no daughter of mine I damn you to hell for my pride