Thin, thinner, thinnest
fat, fatter, me...

Please come and hold me
I lay broken on the floor...

When I was 6 years old girl
I had one hundred dreams...

Just a grain of sand,
a little dust on his hand...

To trust or not to trust
to believe or not to be believe...

From ashes to ashes
from soul to soul...

When the tears are
pouring down my face...

When the life got messed up
all these little troubles...

Life is not a beauty contest
You need not keep smiling...

End of the cold night
you wish that I fade away...

I cried, I shouted
I slammed at the door...

One thousand and one
Arabic nights together...