Khadri El Chai
Salah Al Kuwaiti
Brew the Tea
Brew the tea, please do Who will I prepare it for, dear?
what's gotten into you, love, Why are you so gloomy?
After my love has gone, friends, Who will I pour the tea for?
No one but the apple of my eye Deserves to drink it.
I swear that I will not brew it Nor will I sit next to it
Until my love comes back And I'll rejoice in his beauty
By god, I swear that I'll never brew it again
I'll grab the axe And I'll smash the tea kettle