Kashka from Baghdad 
Lives in sin, they say, 
With another man, 
But no one knows who. 

Old friends never call there. 
Some wonder if life`s 
Inside at all-- 
If there`s life inside at all. 

But we know the lady who rents the room. 
She catches them calling a la lune. 

At night 
They`re seen 
Laughing, 
Loving. 
They know 
The way 
To be 
Happy. 

They never go for walks. 
Maybe it`s because 
The moon`s not bright enough. 
There`s light in love, you see. 

I watch their shadows, 
Tall and slim, 
In the window opposite. 
I long to be with them. 

`Cause when all the alley-cats come out, 
You can hear music from Kashka`s house. 

At night 
They`re seen 
Laughing, 
Loving. 
They know 
The way 
To be 
Happy. 

"Watching every night.* 
Don`t you know they`re seen? 
Won`t you let me laugh? 
Let me in your love. 

"Watching every night. 
Don`t you know they`re seen? 
Won`t you let me laugh? 
Let me in your love. 

"Watching every night. 
Don`t you know they`re seen? 
Won`t you let me laugh? 
Let me in your love. 

"Watching every night. 
Don`t you know they`re seen? 
Won`t you let me laugh?"