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Midnight settles on the river’s skin
Streetlights hum like they know my sins
The ocean breathes behind the walls
Every step echoes old calls
Cafés closing, chairs on stone
I walk these streets but I’m not alone
The city listens, doesn’t choose
That’s how Rabat sings the blues
Rabat blues, slow and deep
A city that never fully sleeps
No promises, no excuse
Just time dripping in Rabat blues
Rabat blues… slow and deep,
Lights are low, the night won’t sleep.
No truth to chase, no excuse,
Just time moving in Rabat blues.
White walls fading into gray
Dreams parked till another day
A radio crying somewhere low
Songs that only the night should know
Trains pass by without a sound
History sleeping underground
I light a thought, let it lose
In the quiet weight of Rabat blues
Rabat blues, soft and worn
Between the night and the dawn
Nothing to win, nothing to lose
Just heartbeats in Rabat blues
This city doesn’t beg or shout
It keeps its fire turned inside out
If you’re broken, it won’t accuse
It just hands you the blues
Rabat blues… slow and deep,
Lights are low, the night won’t sleep.
No truth to chase, no excuse,
Just time moving in Rabat blues.
Moonlight caught on an empty road
Every silence carries a load
I stop talking, let it choose
Let the night play Rabat blues
Rabat blues, slow and true
A long night seeing me through
No spotlight, no excuse
Just breathing with Rabat blues
When morning comes, it won’t explain
Some nights stay written in the rain
Till then I stay, nothing to prove
Under the spell of Rabat blues
Streetlights hum like they know my sins
The ocean breathes behind the walls
Every step echoes old calls
Cafés closing, chairs on stone
I walk these streets but I’m not alone
The city listens, doesn’t choose
That’s how Rabat sings the blues
Rabat blues, slow and deep
A city that never fully sleeps
No promises, no excuse
Just time dripping in Rabat blues
Rabat blues… slow and deep,
Lights are low, the night won’t sleep.
No truth to chase, no excuse,
Just time moving in Rabat blues.
White walls fading into gray
Dreams parked till another day
A radio crying somewhere low
Songs that only the night should know
Trains pass by without a sound
History sleeping underground
I light a thought, let it lose
In the quiet weight of Rabat blues
Rabat blues, soft and worn
Between the night and the dawn
Nothing to win, nothing to lose
Just heartbeats in Rabat blues
This city doesn’t beg or shout
It keeps its fire turned inside out
If you’re broken, it won’t accuse
It just hands you the blues
Rabat blues… slow and deep,
Lights are low, the night won’t sleep.
No truth to chase, no excuse,
Just time moving in Rabat blues.
Moonlight caught on an empty road
Every silence carries a load
I stop talking, let it choose
Let the night play Rabat blues
Rabat blues, slow and true
A long night seeing me through
No spotlight, no excuse
Just breathing with Rabat blues
When morning comes, it won’t explain
Some nights stay written in the rain
Till then I stay, nothing to prove
Under the spell of Rabat blues
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