my eyes saw him, to my misfortune 
oh, what a pain to leave him there 
those men, who are they 
one sings for him 
one drinks for his health 
i would give my life 
for the tenderness 

And I wash the seven heads 
And I [bad word] the warrior 
And I wash the seven heads 
And victory is mine! 

my soul remains in this quiet village 
my heart is torn between two desires 
the minarets of baghdad 
and the land of the two mosques 
you and i will never agree 
love will decide 
who's to be crowned king 

REFRAIN: And I wash... 

one is the mirror of the other 
two bright moons in the same sky 
golden warrior on a white horse 
i embraced him and became [bad word] 
like a windswept branch 
fidelity is splendid 
but no more than infidelity 

REFRAIN: And I wash...