Sufian Bouhrara - Moroccan Lands

Lost in the bazaars, gold and silk in sight
Lights of the medina, flickering in the night
Echoes of the past in every alleyway
Beneath the starry skies, where ancient stories play

Feeling the pulse, heartbeats of the street
The call to prayer, blending with the beat
From the Atlas to the coast, where the desert ghosts
Rise with the rhythm in the Moroccan heat
Walking through the souks, spices in the air
Catching the vibes, with the deserts laid bare
Mint tea in hand, tiles beneath my feet
Rhythms of the night, where the culture meets the beat

Hooked on the vibe, nighttime wakes alive
Cities never sleep, yet we all survive
Camels and the sands, as the desert still stands
Stepping to the beat in these Moroccan lands
Lanterns hanging high, casting shadows deep
Mystical tales through the city streets creep
Souks filled with colors, stories intertwined
Lost in the journey, where the past meets the mind

From Marrakech to the Rif, feel the music uplift
Ancient rhythms blend with beats of the new
Morocco's magic, in each breath we take
Dancing in the sands, where dreams come true
Whispers of the wind, through kasbah halls
Echoes of the ancients, in the city's calls

Neon lights blink, a fusion so unique
Old meets new, in this spellbinding mystique
Henna on my hands, stories etched in skin
Each motif a tale, of where it all begins
From the mountains to the sea, every corner tells
A soulful melody that casts enchanting spells
With every step we take, in these mysterious lands
We're writing histories, drawn in golden sands

From Marrakech to the Rif, feel the music uplift
Ancient rhythms blend with beats of the new

Under celestial dome, where dunes embrace
Echoes of Berber drums, filling the space
Caravans move slow, through the Sahara glow
In every grain of sand, there's a tale to know
Saffron skies at dusk, painting the horizon
While the medina hums, with lives harmonizing
Colors blend and bleed, like a painter's dream
In the heart of Morocco, where past and present gleam

From Marrakech to the Rif, feel the music uplift
Ancient rhythms blend with beats of the new
Walking through the gates, feels like another time
Walls whisper secrets, tales so sublime
Minarets reach heights, touching the blue
Every corner turned brings something new
Feasts laid bare, flavors rich and grand
Plates full of history in a vibrant land