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