Festival "Mukhtarsh Ahli and Not My Friends" Mohamed El Fannan, Richa Costa and Samara Now 2020

Festival lyrics

My family, my companions, not my color, my makeup and my body

I don’t want to leave my beloved, not the name of the family in my name

I don’t think my mother’s accent, Leah’s card, nervous, and fatherless

Whoever turned away from me, I felt shortened, I am lost, my heart is tired

And whoever meets me and the Prophet answers me, I am afraid of loneliness within me

Someone fights me, hide me, there are tears. My heart is always in pain

I am silent, my sisters speaking, my voice is not audible and uncomfortable

My name is on my card. I don’t carry it. I’m beyond my power. I don’t need my home

Neither my life is not afraid of my fear, nor my greedy, who will keep my sisters

I don’t think people like my cases

I do not come to me, Lord, the kindest among us. He follows us. Your eyes are sufficient for us

In the sea, floating, high, waves, and resting, and I will not leave my mind, leaving me alone

My story, my Lord, my books, my health, its lack of wellness, and people intend to touch it

My features about something are not going to trouble me. My life is enough for me, and my life is on my watch and the railway

There is something accompanying a railway and you will walk, but I want its jaw to be neither an heir nor the owner of a company

And mixing and walking on the pool, sisters, no, no, there are no sisters. They are all films, all stories

For the sake of semen, they make conversations. My heart is tired and gone

My country is not like my family, my land is not free, and my way is not

In my back, O Lord, the most gentle among us, the one who is sufficient for us, your eyes are enough for us