[Verse 1]
Let us die, let us die!
In dying we reply
And lower our baskets down
Into the open bed
Of the fruit truck passing by
And we can smile at each other again
Me and my cantaloupe friend
Cast our cares at the couple of pears
Put a blueberry garland on an apple bed
The apple threw our half baked fears
Like a wooden shoe in the windmill gear
The turning stopped and we clearly saw
The flaws in that which finds the flaw
The strawberry said to the tangerine
"My face is red but our hats are green"
Be it orchard or a curling vine
The son of yours is the Son that's mine
[Chorus]
Ya Subhan Allah
Hayyul Qayyum
Subhannallahi Amma Yassifun
Sallalah Wallah Muhammad
Ya Rabbi Sali Alaihi Wa Salim
Let us die, let us die!
In dying we reply
And lower our baskets down
Into the open bed
Of the fruit truck passing by
And we can smile at each other again
Me and my cantaloupe friend
Cast our cares at the couple of pears
Put a blueberry garland on an apple bed
The apple threw our half baked fears
Like a wooden shoe in the windmill gear
The turning stopped and we clearly saw
The flaws in that which finds the flaw
The strawberry said to the tangerine
"My face is red but our hats are green"
Be it orchard or a curling vine
The son of yours is the Son that's mine
[Chorus]
Ya Subhan Allah
Hayyul Qayyum
Subhannallahi Amma Yassifun
Sallalah Wallah Muhammad
Ya Rabbi Sali Alaihi Wa Salim
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