Al Helm

A dreamy Arabic track set in a quiet, beautiful city with a purpose. He is waiting for her on its shore, on the condition that they stay alive to each other. He asks to be reminded of old days, saying regret and sorrow are no use and that even his worries are made light by love and memory. The chorus is a wish: this is my dream when I close my eyes, if only it were real, because reality hurts. Then comes an Egyptian passage with small, tender details. A cup of lemon on the stairs below her eyes, the sun on her shoulders from the garden outside her house, and a plea that they do not need to leave yet, and that she be left as she is, with nothing in her changed. Whoever dreams, the line says, leaves something behind.