Текст песни Mashrou' Leila - Icarus

Projects are increasing under the pretext of a remote wheel
He does not understand how he became like Bey and after him everything is wasted
The eye craves, but the hand does not last
All of the machines screw him up and shackle him with tubes
And the rich will be singing
Tomorrow will not stay with us

The eye craves the joy it claims
The future was not about memories of defeat and wrinkles
And the spirit of his years and gone his teeth?
He took two terrain after him and the melody followed it
He dances in the evening just as well
Melody asks the radio

He had projects, but life will happen
As if it were time Abeer Bimer and Permeh without organization
And what is written on the forehead, the end of which is visible to the eye
Btub the wings all that we beat without pocket on the shrouds
He taught me a rich radio
Qali rich it on soil