Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
waking me for worship
at fajr, before dawn?
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
singing me from slumber?
soon night will be gone.
I hear sparrows whistle
making the adhan.
I hear their words telling me I am a lazy man
"Come fast to pray", they say,
"You will find success that way.
Stand up now from where you lay.
This is the best time of the day"
Wings against my window
Are they birds or are they angels,
waking me for worship
at fajr, before dawn?
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
singing me from slumber?
soon night will be gone.
My heart, it wants to wake up
my body wants to sleep.
The morning air is brisk and cool
my bed is warm and deep.
Birds, they call me to the way,
"Stand before Allah to pray!
Kiss the dawn and greet the day!"
But dreams, they just get in the way.
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
waking me for worship
at fajr, before dawn?
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
singing me from slumber?
soon night will be gone.
are they birds or are they angels,
waking me for worship
at fajr, before dawn?
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
singing me from slumber?
soon night will be gone.
I hear sparrows whistle
making the adhan.
I hear their words telling me I am a lazy man
"Come fast to pray", they say,
"You will find success that way.
Stand up now from where you lay.
This is the best time of the day"
Wings against my window
Are they birds or are they angels,
waking me for worship
at fajr, before dawn?
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
singing me from slumber?
soon night will be gone.
My heart, it wants to wake up
my body wants to sleep.
The morning air is brisk and cool
my bed is warm and deep.
Birds, they call me to the way,
"Stand before Allah to pray!
Kiss the dawn and greet the day!"
But dreams, they just get in the way.
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
waking me for worship
at fajr, before dawn?
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
singing me from slumber?
soon night will be gone.