Close your eyes, stand still a moment and take a deep breath
It smells of saffron, honey pastry and grilled meat
A hint of gasoline mixes in
The trash in the sun dries out
A few meters ahead caravans pass by
An older woman dressed in a djellaba
Eyes me sharply from the side
The color of our skin is the same
Still I don't look like most of them
Between the tourist palaces
Crumbling facades hide
Stray cats, begging kids
Rattling buses, roaring cab drivers
Little boy playing ball barefoot
Snake charmers and street painters
My open ear understands every word
Even though I wasn't born here
'Cause the roots of my family tree run deep
Hidden beneath this earth
In search of myself
In the streets of Nador, Nador
Feel like I'm lost, lost
Lanterns come on, I stroll along the beach
See my shadow in the sand
Barefoot in the water, a silky wind
Guides the waves to land
I look into the distance, fluttering flags
Golden stars hang on the roof of the world
An older man ties up his boat
The rope in his wrinkled hands
I greet him with salam, he smiles at me
His tired face speaks volumes
In moments like these I ask myself
What it'd be like to be born here
Different friends, different values
But the heart beats the same
In search of myself
In the streets of Nador, Nador
Feel like I'm lost, lost
Two thousand miles lie between my worlds
I often feel torn, I'd love to unite them
I'd really like to know where I belong
In my dreams the Main flows into the Mediterranean
In search of myself
In the streets of Nador, Nador
Feel like I'm lost, lost