Performance: Ali Baba and the 40 thieves. Page 2

Hey, Fatima!
- Yes, my master...
- Lemons, here persimmons, figs - all in the cellar! Eat an orange!..
Our Ali Baba, you know, a very foolish poor man, you... eat an orange.
Talkers in the market expect jail, your dad's a judge, and you... eat an orange.
Gold embroidery, what is a fringe of tissue quickly to the basement and... eat an orange...
And envy tattered, in such houses is not allowed, at least three times he brother, Fatima, you hear me?
- Yes, my master...

Hey, Kasim and Kasim...
- Tell Me, Fatima!
- Your brother walks barefoot...
- From a great mind!
Very smart your brother, very good your brother is in the market talking about him.
- What they say about me?
- Everything about you sigh in succession: - "Brother, Kasim, he's just rich!"

You think I'm poor and hungry, and because thin.
And Mustafa is so poor rootless - because he is skinny?
No, no, no, wrong!
Here, here, here, sure!
Though it's Persian, but the common people,
A lot of power songs gives.
The whole day dancing, the whole day singing,
Here's a fun Persia people.

Hello today, Hello always
Hello anyone, come here.
Persia, Persia - fruit Paradise
Persian peaches, green tea.
If I if I was born here
Persia Wonderland.
Persia, Persia - I'm in heaven
Honest-I give my word!

In the East the Sun decides all. It gives some laugh and fun, but others it burns the hospitality and fraternal feeling.
One warm, bright morning in the market, such evil news told people.
Ali and Kasim, two brothers relatives died the old father, died a good father - said...
Brother Kasim, the elder brother, became a legacy to save, to trade, to buy, to add and grow - said...
The younger, Ali Baba began to give, to treat, all guests give, the poor to indulge - said...
For Kasim, the wife, gave his daughter, Fatima, gave the chief judge and in the bargain Palace - told...
Wife of Ali Baba, brought a friend, Zainab, on her wedding pitcher gave poor father - said...
Plain old jug. One jug, the other a Palace... Yes...

SIM SIM, the sesame open!

No families, no children,
No roof of their own, we have -
A hundred-and-rye wounds...
Allah loves in white turbans
Honest folk in the cities, and we have -
A hundred-and-rye wounds...

Sweet dreams, a world without war,
I can see
All the tired country.
Who will forgive me? No way -
I shall never enter
In these old temples...

Allah loves in white turbans
All vertices in the mountains, and we have -
A hundred-and-rye wounds...
Ataman eating, drinking chieftain,
He lives like a Sultan, and we have -
A hundred-and-rye wounds...
In the morning, get up, slash, kill,
All, give it to him, and
A hundred-and-rye wounds...

By two mules, ten chests... Not enough to be?!

- You're the smartest, Kasim! As you think of gold, Kasim?
- My fingers, fingers.
- But if a lot of gold, what do you think?
- Wah! Wah, Palms, fists.
- But your poor brother, what do you think?
Ha. Haha. Foolish dreams!
- No, no, no. Wrong! Here, here, here. Sure! Yardsticks, buckets, flower pots!

Oh beggar! Quickly forget all the gifts. Your brother on the mountain, you Shoe the mountain.
- E-Fatima. Wife! Allah moths, not to beat. Woman!
Your brother Ali outwitted you.

I give you my word, Persian honestly, if I was not judging the daughter.

Wait, don't cry, listen to it, that's enough chatter to pound. I'm giving you a night, think how to help themselves. But do not come up to help, I'm going away forever!