It is about a fantasy day that I flew a cross the world to serve your highness

I show up on the door .. I am on my knees putting a tribute on my mouth with my hands behind my back
You take it and you order me to kneel

I bow down putting my forehead on the ground kneeling for your majesty

Then you slap me and spit on my face putting a collar on my neck

You telling me to follow you, and you walk pulling me in the collar: you call me your dog Fahad during this time

It is about a fantasy day that I flew a cross the world to serve your highness

I show up on the door .. I am on my knees putting a tribute on my mouth with my hands behind my back
You take it and you order me to kneel

I bow down putting my forehead on the ground kneeling for your majesty

Then you slap me and spit on my face putting a collar on my neck

You telling me to follow you, and you walk pulling me in the collar: you call me your dog Fahad during this time