I Love You [Araba]

Intro: There’s nothing sweeter than life But you shouldn’t be afraid to lose it Why be afraid of going when something better is coming? Verse 1: Sometimes it’s better for me to listen a little Instead of talking about my country’s problems Sometimes it’s better for me keep my mouth shut When the world stinks like an armpit of That tired man you see on his way to battle He’s like one of the lil fish caught by a whale That whale I’m talkin bout is called war A war that our generation knows all too well We understand that there’s a reason behind this all What like we need another problem? So everything is cheap? The governments were using force and now they’re gonna keep power by force? (now that people are dissatisfied?) For Tunisia, Egypt, Libya and now Syria So long as the UN is drunk and unaware The bombs will rain down on the children of Homs Yo Medvedev, I dunno what kinda plan you have But the reality is your name will live in infamy Hook: I swear on the mourning of every mother and her tears You’re gonna pay the price Bashar Assad Even if I’m going to drown in my own blood I won’t shut my mouth You should know that Iranians can’t sit and remain silent Your name is Assad (lion) but a lion without a mane A lion? What am I sayin? You’re not even a hyena You’re not even worthy of [my] anger Verse 2: When Bashar Assad became another Angel of Death (Azrael) Everybody’s sitting and talkin bout Israel Nothing will come from these words that I’m sayin And guys like us can’t do nothin Can’t you hear that voice cryin for help? Why do all these people gotta die? Under the dirt, tanks, guns, rocks, bombs, and shooting Anyone who says the city of Homs is calm is lying I have no desire to eat, I can’t swallow (i.e. I can’t stomach what I see) They’ve done something that kills all religion and morals In Damascus they’re laughing, the people are happy and content But the ones who are crying are the people of Homs The guy who was taking his kid to the gym, now he sees him lying dead in the morgue Medvedev you’ve made the world into a horror film You thought you’d won, you’ve lost to history Verse 3: Don’t think you can just suppress your people so easily I can see a day when you’ll have a heart attack from fear One day those around you will toss you aside But the ones who you’re killing will live on forever Even if you kill a couple people with every shelling A guy like you will end up in a rat hole (like Saddam Hussein) Those who died saw many sparrows in that city Those who died are free of a world full of lies I could read the fear in your face without even seeing you These were the sentences that I had sung Even in silence, there is an untold pain The secret of which lie hidden behind the curtain You’re another story [Bashar], I’m resentful of my own (i.e. the situation in Iran) But how could I leave me country and my city? The one I can’t reach is Medvedev I wanna spit on him, but it’d be a waste of good spit بد الحليم حافظ – أهواك أهواك واتمنى لو انساك وانسى روحي وياك وان ضاعت يبقى فداك لو تنساني وانساك وتريني بانسى جفاك واشتاق لعذابي معاك والقى دموعي فاكراك ارجع تاني في لقاك الدنيا تجيني معاك ورضاها يبقى رضاك وساعتها يهون في هواك طول حرماني والاقيك مشغول وشاغلني بيك وعيني تيجي في عينيك وكلامهم يبقى عليك وانت تداري واراعيك واصحى من الليل اناديك وابعت روحي تصحيك قوم ياللي شاغلني بيك جرب ناري