If you touch the way you dance, come dance a little closer.
A hell burns beneath my skin, and your hands feel cold.
The ignorant weave fig leaves into their beards,
With eyes shut though open, and eyebrows raised.
They wrote the country’s borders (upon my body ; upon your body)
In flesh-ligatured- words
My word upon your word (as my body upon your body)
Flesh-conjugated-words.
You feel me feeling what you feel
So why all the shame? just feel what you feel.
I taste mistakes and whiskey on your lips
And yet the language of words persists
Its letters cloak us as i whisper all my secrets into our mouth
Then you return to your idols, and i return to the void.
They wrote the country’s borders (upon my body ; upon your body)
In flesh-ligatured- words
My word upon your word (as my body upon your body)
Flesh-conjugated-words.
You feel me feeling what you feel
So why all the shame? just feel what you feel.
Your body conjugates
Your language separates
Your body separates
Your language conjugates
Music by Mashrou Leila
Lyrics by Hamed Sinno
Produced by Samy Osta and Mashrou Leila
Recorded at La Frette Studios, France by Samy Osta and Mashrou Leila
Mixed by Frederic Vectol at Question de Son, Paris
Mastered by Mickael Rangeard at Question de Son, Paris
Strings performed by the Macedonian Radio Symphonic Orchestra,
F.A.M.E. 'S. Project, Skopje
Conducted by: Oleg Kondratenko
Orchestrated by: Dzijan Emin