I swear to you, President Mubarak
In this ornamented age, designed by your fire
I will vote for you, your regime, and even your donkey
Curse anyone that defies your decisions
His morning will be hell and his night will be Mubarak
So have your fun; try to kill our faith
Our faith is lost upon watching Gamal
You're (Gamal) beauty is (Mubarak) blessed; Your Suzanne is our Suzanne
How grand is that siege you have on Egypt!
The country in which each breeze now grills our corpses
I support and vote for your Excellency, your majesty
And I will even pledge support to those that wipe your drools
We'll forget your idiocy since you justify it by deceit
Relax Mr. President; play with 'your dove'
The dove of peace is your dove
Bless your dove and bless you
Dear Mr. President you are the dove of peace
On the hills of Egypt have your fun
Roam the dumps, like a stray
And order us around, we will oblige
Your people are tired and breathless

Translated by:Walaa Quisay