Kill her.
Draw the image of Egypt's life.
And cut off the head.
The end of the host of insults.
The clear end desire.
Just let go.
We want
to learn our passion.
The ostrich, you're right.
So young, but so eager.
And all in his sight.
And powering a prison that's in our hearts.
Nothing seems real, it's all torn apart.
The end of the host of insults.
The life.
Accusations.
Every place.
A fight.
And we won't find the anger and hate.
Out from tomorrow, it's not so late.
We'll all turn to dust.
On heaven's command.
Time goes by fast.
No second chance.
We'll understand our passion.
It all seems so right.
So young, and so eager.
And all in his sight.
And powering a prison that's in our hearts.
Nothing seems real, it's all torn apart.
The end of the host
of insults.
The end of the host of insults.