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i could tell you stories like the government tells lies ah, but no one listens anymore in the rooms, the women come and go talking on the mobile phones and the television talks about the war when i was a baby, there was laughter in my house my daddy smoked domestic cigarettes and thursday nights on the radio live in concert- live from cairo: mother of egypt! mama, mama, be with me with the music in your breast Songtextein your glittering evening dress and the white flag in your fist trembling i could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone but i know nothing changes in this world every day the muezzin calls the sun comes up and baghdad falls before the eyes of storytelling girls she was just a poor man's daughter going down into the sultan's bed he was desert, she was water and he remembered every word she said, that she said, and i say, grandma, grandma, be with me in your tragic wedding gown with your long hair hanging down and the stories tumbling out, tumbling i could tell you stories like the government tells lies ah, but no one listens anymore in the rooms the women come and go talking on the mobile phones and the television talks about the war, about the war the television talks about the war Aus Songtexte Mania