OK, I sing in english;
OK, I can speak french.
And maybe if you see me,
you could think I m from Paris.
They ve been in a hurricane,
they ve been in a hurricane.
People don t know were they come from;
So how could they know were they go?
This is a folk guitar,
this is a folk guitar.
But this ain t no european
goose that rolls behind me.
Cal it african folk,
call it gnawa blues.
It is just rock n roll
sung by a moroccan soul.
Call it chaabi funk,
call it haytta jazz.
It is just hayha music,
coming from deep of our souls.
Don t call it world music;
no no no no no world music.
I don t know how to call it;
it s just the music of my world.