My name is Baghdad … Je m'appelle Bagdad
I have lived so happily, in my places of black gold
And precious stones
The Tigris flowed , on the crystal paced roads
A thousand caliphs jostled , to dance with me
They call me the city full of grace
God , how time goes by !
They called me the capital of enlightenment .
God , how , every thing , is lost .
My name is Baghdad , and I have fallen
Under the fire of armored tanks .
My name is Baghdad , disfigured princess
Sheherazade
Has forgotten me , has forgotten me .
I live on my land like a poor beggar ,
Under the bulldozers , the spirits haunt me ,
I mourn my ravaged beauty ,
Over the smoldering stones ,
It's my soul they are assassinating ,
They called me the capital of enlightenment ,
God , how , every thing is lost
My name is Baghdad , and I have fallen ,
Under the fire of armored tanks ,
My name is Baghdad , disfigured princess ,
Sheherazade
Has forgotten me , my tales of one thousand and
One nights .
No longer interest anyone , they have destroyed everything . they have destroyed everything .
My name is Baghdad , and I have fallen ,
Under the fire of armored tanks ,
My name is Baghdad , disfigured princess ,
Sheherazade
Has forgotten me .