It opens with a sample.
Which became corrupted.
Some smiled,
Others cried.
In the studio, news is leaking,
The result changes,
Fake joy.
Reviewing reality
Do not understand,
His face began to
To blush and whiten.
Excuses that they had to
To lead with a hard hand,
But as time goes on,
He died of shame.
At the candidates' headquarters
There is no burning love,
Only in the fields
Arab parties
A turbulent contagion.
19 dancers forced and Galbiyya,
None of them
Do not believe
Where did it come from,
And how to start
A proper dance of attachment
Left foot or right foot?
One important thing
It must be concluded
From the election results:
We must not be dragged.
For the sword dance.