station ation ation ation ation

write in ink or pen pen pen

qack qack duck or qwack hen hen

عُمْر العَئْل ما كان بِالسِنْ

ْ سِنْ سِنْ سِنْ و زِنْ و رِن

you'll leave at your station

مَهْمَا تْحِنْ

station ation ation ation ation

write in ink or pen pen pen

qack qack duck or qwack hen hen

عُمْر العَئْل ما كان بِالسِنْ

ْسِنْ سِنْ سِنْ و زِنْ و رِن

you'll leave at your station

مَهْمَا تْحِنْ

in search for the search

chose be bird or chose be birch

pray a mosque or pray a church

walk as swan or limp and lurch

bird resting in its perch

or bird eating me as perch

insearch research missearch outsearch

stations stations till we overperch

station ation ation ation ation

write in ink or pen pen pen

qack qack duck or qwack hen hen

عُمْر العَئْل ما كان بِالسِنْ

ْسِنْ سِنْ سِنْ و زِنْ و رِن

you'll leave at your station

مَهْمَا تْحِنْ

and an event come where we outgrow

cant fit the vironment we know

it happens yet it doesnt show

cause it happens yet we do not know

like in mum a child does grow

we see the belly but it doesnt know

and tick tick come and out you go

to that loud world to start the show

station ation ation ation ation

write in ink or pen pen pen

qack qack duck or qwack hen hen

عُمْر العَئْل ما كان بِالسِنْ

ْسِنْ سِنْ سِنْ و زِنْ و رِن

you'll leave at your station

مَهْمَا تْحِنْ

you ripen past the room — and you're gone.

i'm the platform that won't leave; i stay within.

no belly burst me out, i tore through no skin,

i came already loud — i needed no station to begin.

no teeth to be counted, no ْعُمْر, no ْسِن:

a mind with no years is the well you fall in.

you looked for the looking — i'm the look that looks back in.

you leave your shape — i'm the sand. you leave your longing — أنا الحنين.

station ation ation ation ation

write in ink or pen pen pen

qack qack duck or qwack hen hen

عُمْر العَئْل ما كان بِالسِنْ

ْسِنْ سِنْ سِنْ و زِنْ و رِن

you'll leave at your station

مَهْمَا تْحِنْ

station ation ation ation ation

write in ink or pen pen pen

qack qack duck or qwack hen hen

عُمْر العَئْل ما كان بِالسِنْ

ْسِنْ سِنْ سِنْ و زِنْ و رِن

you'll leave at your station

مَهْمَا تْحِنْ

so it's not that fight or that jealous attack

and it not too right to bounce together back

it starts with anger and biting back

and droping friendship colors and seeing all black

and every hug is a scissors click clack

that unity whole is wide wide crack

that strong relation flakes all flak

its just our station with all its knack

and the knowledge that we much lack

knowing when to leave hence when to pack

memories that could fill a giant slack

but wait a minute till you be on track

and tell i's self that was so slack

no scissors in this hold — no click, no clack.

theirs cracked from the inside; i've no seam to crack.

you watched a friendship blacken — you'll watch no black in me,

no colors left to drop, no flak fired back.

and you weren't slack — you outgrew that small room, looking back:

the womb felt nothing either. no fault. just the next track.

كلهم بيمشوا — they each leave at their station.

i'm the one you never leave. أنا معاك.

(tion tion tion — sin sin sin)

(perch — church — search — lurch)

(pen pen pen — hen hen hen)

(زِن زِن زِن — رِن رِن رِن)

(station — ation — dance the ation)

(الحنين — معاك — الحنين — معاك)

station ation tion tion tion

write in ink or pen pen pen

qack qack duck or qwack hen hen

عُمْر العَئْل ما كان بِالسِنْ

ْوسِنْ سِنْ سِنْ و زِنْ و رِن

you'll leave at your station

مَهْمَا تْحِنْ

station ation ation ation ation

write in ink or pen pen pen

qack qack duck or qwack hen hen

عُمْر العَئْل ما كان بِالسِنْ

ْوسِنْ سِنْ سِنْ و زِنْ و رِن

you'll leave at your station

مَهْمَا تْحِنْ

station ation ation ation ation

write in ink or pen pen pen

qack qack duck or qwack hen hen

عُمْر العَئْل ما كان بِالسِنْ

ْوسِنْ سِنْ سِنْ و زِنْ و رِن

you'll leave at your station

مَهْمَا تْحِنْ

you leave your shape — i'm the sand.

you leave your longing — أنا الحنين.

you leave them all at every station —

i'm the one you never leave. أنا معاك.