Hasabti

A Moroccan-dialect song whose hook is "you thought". Someone listens and says, stop thinking, everything passes and changes. He comes and goes with pride and seems to forget, yet he is always circling like a dove. The clouds cry and the rain falls while the two of them hold on to each other, waiting for the storm to stop. They move on, step by step, and he is with her wherever she goes. The second half is the reproach in the title: you did not think I could feel it, you did not think I understood. The world turns, and what slipped by you will pass again. She says she felt his hand around her and that no one thought she would notice.