they will take you to the plane
There is no need for tickets
only weed makes us fly
before we sleep we make illusions
our pillows
and to sleep we imagine an ostrich feather.....
And your brother is a painter
he did not want to talk when he joins
and if i wanted to talk, i would bring a paper and draw our misery
i like this great beat but as for lyrics i think Somalia the same way(بلد ملعونة) without the weed part
يا مان الحلم بعيد
بوصلو بطيارة
هنا ما فى تذاكر
بنطير بسيجارة
قبل المنام بنتوسد الاوهام
علشان يجينا النوم بنتخيل ريشة النعام
واخوك رسام ما بفضفض لما انضم
لو داير افضفض بجيب ورق وارسم لوحة شقانا
this is about corruption and unemployment.