This is not a song about lost ones
Not about "the chief" or the family that sold us out
Not about love, nor our sorrows
This is the most trivial song you'll hear today

Not about the ones who tell you things, and say things about you behind your back
Not about the beauty trapped behind the windows with bars
Not about the ones who tell you things, and say things about you behind your back
Not about the beauty trapped behind the windows with bars
Not about what grass means to the shepherd
Not about those who scare us with bottles

This is a song about spoons, forks, and pans
A song about boilers, bowls, and wood plates
A song about tableware, what's wrong with tableware?

If you need them, you find them
They're better than their owner
And whoever left them
They're the masters
And for those who do not have a master
They're better than their mistress

This is not a song about those who fucked us up
Nor about the artists who bowed their hands and betrayed us
Not about a football counterattack tactic
This is the most trivial song you'll hear today

This is not about whom you've waited, and he never called back
Not about how long you've been waiting for the American visa
Not about those who think they're better than us
Nor about those who hate you only to be able to go to heaven

This is a song about spoons, forks, and pans
A song about boilers, bowls, and wood plates
A song about tableware, what's wrong with tableware?

If you need them, you find them
They're better than their owner
And whoever left them
They're the masters
And for those who do not have a master
They're better than their mistress


[Credits: Baghdad]