[Verse 1]
Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate... Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate
They are all gone, they made me hate my house
Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate... Come celebrate, cеlebrate, celеbrate
They have gone too far, they beat me in my own field
Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate... Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate
A gif rope for every Moroccan citizen
Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate... Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate
We were strayed in those, From one to another

[Bridge]
Make a cosy spot in the rooftop, stare at the moon
Await for the unripe dates until they turn into overripe dates
One-fourth of a half is half of a quarter
Everything has been sold out and hence you can't buy anaything

[Refrain]
I'm ill-fated, he's ill-fated, she's ill-fated, you're ill-fated
And every, every, every, everyone who intented to light the country using cundles* (It's a Moroccan metaphor, kind of a mix between "Barking at the wrong tree" and "Not playing with a full deck," meaning; Counting on old-fashioned ideas to figure out things and not keeping up with current methods.)
What will you light? Just let the darkness spread all over till the crack of the dawn
Aha aha, aha aha aha x3

[Verse 2]
Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate... Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate
You are beautiful too, just dance and show off
Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate... Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate
Make a mess, just a bit differently
Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate... Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate
May it be that my luck is next to you, he forgot me
Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate... Come celebrate, celebrate, celebrate
Will you scratch my back for me please, it itches me
[Bridge]
Make a cosy spot in the rooftop, stare at the moon
Await for the unripe dates until they turn into overripe dates
One-fourth of a half is half of a quarter
Everything has been sold out and hence you can't buy anaything

[Refrain]
I'm ill-fated, he's ill-fated, she's ill-fated, you're ill-fated
And every, every, every, everyone who intented to light the country using cundles
What will you light? Just let the darkness spread all over till the crack of the dawn
Aha aha, aha aha aha x3

[Outro]
What's that? Go, in a swing sway foolishly
Make a way of living poor man, he who set himself on fire wanted to live so badly more than we did