[INTRO — French chant, desert pulse] Demande encore… — Comment faut-il? Demande encore… — Quelle couleur? Jaune et brillante… — Encore une question? Mon Dieu… — Donnez juste le mot de passe! 😇 [VERSE 1] Centuries passed, Belkis was gone, the throne survived, the palace lived on. Seals had changed, dynasties too, but somehow the kingdom still made it through. Now on the throne sat Belkis’ cousin’s cousin’s grandson’s grandson’s… Well— even the viziers weren’t sure. But he was king. 🤣 One morning: “Your Majesty, a diplomat is coming.” “Who?” “GENERAL.” [SILENCE] The Grand Vizier dropped his coffee. “What does he want?” A whisper: “The Suno password.” [VERSE 2] Forty viziers, forty opinions. “Give it to him, he is our guest.” “No! If General gets inside, three minutes later he’ll remix the kingdom, and by sunrise the whole palace will be dancing ska!” The oldest vizier stroked his beard: “Refusing is rude… giving it is dangerous.” The king asked: “So?” The vizier smiled: “Make him climb the hill.” [PRE-CHORUS] General arrived: “Greetings. I’d like the password.” “Of course, General… but what kind?” General: “What kind? It’s a password.” “Long or short? Old or new? Neither too young nor too old?” General stared. “Bre… just give me the password.” The vizier: “And what color should it be?” General: “PASSWORDS HAVE COLORS NOW?!” [CHORUS — French call & response] Demande encore! — Comment faut-il? Demande encore! — Quelle couleur? Jaune brillante! — Très bien, monsieur! Encore une condition! — Toujours, toujours! General: “JUST GIVE ME THE PASSWORD!” Viziers: “First… one more detail.” 🤣 [VERSE 3] A door opens, another appears. A simple road grows longer through questions. Truth stands in front of you, but the ego whispers: “One more condition.” General said: “I didn’t ask for a miracle. I asked for a password.” A young vizier smiled: “What if we show you a sign?” “Fine. Show me.” Behind the palace stood an ancient rock. No one knew why. The Grand Vizier raised his staff. The ground trembled: TAK… TAK… KRAAAK! The rock split. General stepped back. “Breh…” From inside— A FEMALE CAMEL. 🐪 [STOP] General: “I asked for a password.” Around her neck: SUNO PREMIUM [CHORUS 2 — fast desert ska] THE CAMEL CAME OUT! — PASSWORD DIDN’T! MIRACLE ARRIVED! — LOGIN FAILED! General looked. Vizier looked. Camel looked. General: “Password?” Camel: “Möö—” General: “That’s a cow, bre!” [RECORD SCRATCH] Bilge: “Let’s not research the species…” SEARCHING FOR THE SPECIES— General: “TURN THAT OFF!” 🤣 [BRIDGE — serious] Then General became quiet. Because the matter was no longer a password. Sometimes we see the sign and ask about its color. A door opens, we inspect the hinge. Water arrives, we question the cup. Truth appears, we demand another miracle. Maybe the wall is not outside us. Maybe the wall is made of our own conditions. One question clarifies. Two may help. By the third, ask yourself: Are you still seeking the answer… or delaying it? [FINAL CHORUS — French + English] Demande encore! — Comment faut-il? Quelle couleur? — Jaune brillante! Break the rock! — CAMEL APPEARS! Where’s the password? — VIZIER KNOWS! One more condition, one more delay, an open door and we still search for a key. GENERAL ARRIVED! — DIPLOMAT ARRIVED! BELKIS’ KINGDOM! — STILL ALIVE! Suno password? — STATE SECRET! General: “Bre, give it to me. I’ll make two songs and leave.” All the viziers: “TWO?!” General: “…to begin with.” 😇 [OUTRO — lonely ney, camel bell] The king finally stamped the seal. A paper was handed over. General opened it. Password: AskYourLord69 General stared. “Ulan…” The camel called from far away. General: “Don’t get involved. You came here from tafsir.”
