For thirty-one years he was Mr. President
Thinking that he was the only efficient
If he ordered, all people were obedient
Whatever he wanted, he instantly got
I think he felt, on earth he was a holly god
And everyone for him was just a servant
Forgetting he was created, from dirty mud
people were kind, that made him confident
that forever he or his son could be the President
collecting his gang, heads of the government
to tell them what he had finally decided
next fake elections, his son would be a candidate
the cheerful gang; long live the father Mr. President
long live our following president son of Mr. President
poor people, sought peace so they were patient
waiting for death to take his soul, now they are shocked
they are waiting for the departure of that b*****d ,
would they accept him replaced by his son, such a s**t?
Would we live more without the freedom we never got?
Would we let our country for the benefit of such a small group?
Oh Egypt, you turned to be a small shop, from father to son, inherited
While you are the oldest known country in this world,
but on January 25th, the streets got completely crowded
With people coming from each part of Egypt
Seeking for better food, social equality and freedom
Not caring of close death on hands of armed policemen
No more fear, death is better than life without freedom
Facing all known sorts of violence and suppression
But nothing can ever stand in the face of our revolution
Such a flooding river washing away all kinds of deterioration
Many killed, many injured, many taken to sequestration
But at the end came the waited declaration
Congratulation
We have completed our peaceful revolution
After thirty-one years, Mr. President
Became just..the imprisoned unseated President…