ﺑﻌﻤﺮﻩ ﻣﺎ ﺑﻴﻠﻮﻡ ﻧﻔﺴﻪﻛﻞ ﺷﻲ ﺑﻴﺼﻴﺮ ﺑﺮﺍﺕ ﻧﻔﺴﻪﻣﺎ ﺑﻮ شيﺷﻮ ﺑﻮ شي
ﺣﺒﻴﺒﻲ ﺑﻴﺤﻜﻲ ﺑﺎﻷﺟﻨﺒﻲﻭﺑﻴﻠﺪﻍ ﺑﺎﻟﻌﻐﺒﻲﻣﺎ ﺑﻮ شيﺷﻮ ﺑﻮ شي
ﺷﻮﻑ ﺍﻟﻜﺘﺎﺏ ﻋﻤﺒﻴﺘﺠﻌﻠﻚ ﺗﺤﺖ ﺍﻟﻤﺨﺪﺓﻭﺭﺍﺋﺤﺔ ﺷﻌﺮﻙ ﻏﺎﻟﺸﺮﺷﻒ ﺣﺪﻱﻭﺍﻟﻨﺎﺱ ﺩﺍﺋﺮﺓ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭﺍﺗﻬﺎ ﺑﺮﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﺸﺒﺎﻙﻭﺃﻧﺎ ﻗﺎﻋﺪ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺍﻟﺘﺮﺑﺔ ﺿﺎﺋﻊ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺇﺩﻳﻚ
He never blames himselfEverything that happens is beyond his controlNothing is wrong with himWhat, isn't there nothing wrong with him?
My lover speaks in a different tongueAnd he lisps while speaking Aghabic**Nothing is wrong with himWhat, isn't there nothing wrong with him?
Look, the book is crumbling under the pillowAnd the smell of your hair is on the sheets beside meAnd the people are roaming around in their cars outside the windowAnd here I am like the soil lost between your hands