These are no good times And if you knew what it was No guiding bright star leading you home Some travelled big oceans In boats with no names No Jimmies to greet you Just filling out forms And the nights could seem quiet But the silence can grow Don't be a stranger Happy new home One could expect some decency With the bright stars over the suburbs Merry Christmas habibi Happy new home To the poor and the weak ones To the happy or drunk Stay calm in the trenches Don't lose the hopes We'll make you the queen of the town here We'll make you some room To make you feel home And one could expect some dignity And one could forget what we've said You talked me down from the roof tonight Merry Christmas habibi I love you so