It’s sunset in Cairo. The marble, Ice-laminated floor shines like a mirror
Footsteps can be heard from afar, no one is allowed even to whisper
The Pharaoh is angry, spreading a sense of horror
The Palace knows when the Pharaoh is angry; everything has to be in order
“What the hell do they want, those savages?” The Pharaoh shouts in anger
“What else do they want?” He added. Haven’t I let them prosper?
They can steal, they can rob, and they can even eat at the garbage counter!
What is the “garbage counter” my Lord? A faint voice dared to whisper
It’s my latest initiative, you idiot, passed by the parliament last October
We built counters, over which people can order free meals, made out of garbage
Isn’t that a smart idea? Answer! The Pharaoh’s face turned red and redder
Yes my Lord, it’s so clever, better than dying from hunger
There you go, now you’re starting to think better, and brighter
Outside, in the streets of Cairo, people are gathering, mounting their anger
Step down, step down, we’ve had enough of you, we want another
Someone we choose, someone we love, someone we can call a leader
You have none of those traits; we don’t know how you’d come to power
To enslave us, to make us weak and needy, all to protect the eastern neighbor
All to accumulate a 30 billion dollar fortune, from our sweat and labor
Go look in the mirror Pharaoh! You’re outdated, expired, and rotten, no wonder
After all you’ve done to your own people: Imprisonment, poverty, and slaughter
Of course you’re rotten, it’s written on your face: The lies, the injustice, and the terror
Step down, your time is up, your hands are dirty, and you’re getting older
Even to be a Pharaoh, you don’t deserve that title any longer
No matter how bad that title is, even that you cannot hold any more
Step down, you are the idiot here! You don’t get it: IT IS OVER!
Over, over, over
Set us free, or we’ll show you the way to the grave yard
A rope around your neck, your legs in the air, IT IS OVER
Egypt deserves better, Egypt deserves honor, and Egypt is the Power!