Letras
Let us die, let us die!
In dying we reply
And lower our baskets down
Into the open bed
Of the fruit truck passing by
And we can smile at each other again
Me and my cantelope friend
Cast our cares at the couple of pears
Put a blueberry garland on an apple bed
The apple threw our half baked fears
Like a wooden shoe in the windmill gear
The turning stopped and we clearly saw
The flaws in that which finds the flaw
The strawberry said to the tangerine
"my face is red but our hats are green"
Be it orchard or a curling vine
The son of yours is the Son that's mine
Ya subhannallah
Hayyul Qayyum
Subhannallahi Amma Yassifun
Sallalah wallah Muhammad (Sal.)
Ya Rabbi sali alaihi wa salim
Lettuce grows, lettuce grows
In neatly sectioned beds and rows
But one day asked the gardener
To be moved to where the eggplant goes
"reason being, i must confess
I adore her shining purple dress"
As the eggplant listened in
She wasn't offended but she wasn't impressed
The potato called from underground
"you've got it all turned upside down!
Does the rain that sent each spring anew
To fall on her not fall on you?
You project on her your inward scene
She's a blank external movie screen
But the One who looks out from your eyes
Looks through hers and looks through mine
We all well know
We're gonna reap what we sow
We all well know
We're all gonna reap what we sow
So may we old fashionably suggest
The unmarried not undress
We well know
We're gonna reap what we sow
We all well know
We're gonna reap what we so
We all well know
What kind of crops are gonna grow
From each time you disrespect your parents