Because My Love For You Is Beyond

The Female Doesn't Want A Rich Man Or A Handsome Man Or Even A Poet, She Wants A Man Who Understands Her Eyes If She Gets Sad, And Points To His Chest And Say : 'here Is Your Home Country.'

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.

We Praise Like Frogs, Swear Like Frogs, Turn Midgets Into Heroes, And Heroes Into Scum: We Never Stop And Think.

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.

Our Enemies Did Not Cross Our Borders They Crept Through Our Weaknesses Like Ants.