The Kominas - основатели таквакора, панк-движения американских мусульман
Do you remember that six night monsoon? we weathered to find stars, O Layla You shivered against me at the damp bus stop We were halfway to Harlem O Layla.
Cold doesn't strike me when I'm already shocked Why'd my parents reject you O Layla? Your skin's darker than mine but we're darker than most Can't they see just one bond, O Layla?
Voh Naachtay
Do you remember six nights in six mosques on our journey to Mecca O Layla? It rained straight for days, if the clouds ever drained you joked Heaven would fall out, O Layla
Now I'm alone on this bus back to Boston My silent dry lips mouth O Layla Through the window I stare at the clouds Can I expect you to fall out O Layla?