It's Painful To Listen To The Barking

The Word Is A Bouncing Ball The Ruler Throws From His Balcony. The Word Has Been A Shot Of Morphine. Rulers Calm Their People With Speeches.

Arab Children, Corn Ears Of The Future, You Will Break Our Chains, Kill The Opium In Our Heads, Kill The Illusions. Arab Children, Don't Read About Our Suffocated Generation, We Are A Hopeless Case. We Are As Worthless As A Water-melon Rind. Dont Read About Us, Dont Ape Us, Dont Accept Us, Dont Accept Our Ideas, We Are A Nation Of Crooks And Jugglers. Arab Children, Spring Rain, Corn Ears Of The Future, You Are The Generation That Will Overcome Defeat.

O Sultan, My Master, If My Clothes Are Ripped And Torn It Is Because Your Dogs With Claws Are Allowed To Tear Me.

My Lover Asks Me: “what Is The Difference Between Me And The Sky?” The Difference, My Love, Is That When You Laugh, I Forget About The Sky

Some Are Like The Moon, Good Looking, But Only When They're Away From You.