THE SNAKE
Lana Lubany
Bright yellow eyes
Staring into my soul
Singing sweet lullabies
While they measure my skull
Turn off the lights
Feel her rattle her bones
A big appetite
Forcing me to let go
rḥ tblʿnī anā
trqṣ ūʾanā bġnīlhā
ḥīh ǧāī mn al-smā
rās brās anā wāīāhā
Hear the serpent it calls me
And it's getting loud
ūmʿ dqāt qlbī
ʿm bskr bwāb
Slimy and thick, a thing of many faces lurking in the warm
Give it a smile, bsīṭr ʿli ǧsmī, till I am no more
Speaking my language, but I don't understand it, no, no
dmī fīū sm
ūlā smī fīū dm?
Under the influence I do her bidding, working like a charm
Follow the whispering, like gimme this, gimme that, gimme all that I want
Speaking her language, though I never learned it, no, no
dmī fīū sm
ūlā smī fīū dm?
rḥ tblʿnī anā
trqṣ ūʾanā bġnīlhā
ḥīh ǧāī mn al-smā
rās brās anā wāīāhā
Hear the serpent it calls me
And it's getting loud
ūmʿ dqāt qlbī
ʿm bskr bwāb
Hear the serpent it calls me
And it's getting loud
ūmʿ dqāt qlbī
ʿm bskr bwāb
