Imm El Jacket - Mashrou' Leila

ﻳﺎ ﺇﻡ ﻻﺟﺎﻛﻴﺖ ﻭﺍﻟﺒﻨﻄﻠﻮﻥ

ﺷﻔﺘﻚ ﻭﺍﻗﻔﺔ ﻓﻮﻕ ﺍﻟﺒﻠﻜﻮﻥ

ﺧﻤﻨﺘﻚ ﺷﺎﺏ ﻳﺎ ﻣﺪﻣﻮﺯﻳﻞ

ﻻ ﺗﻮﺍﺧﺬﻳﻨﻲ ﺑﺎﺭﺩﻭﻥ

ﺷﻔﺘﻚ ﻻﺑﺴﺔ ﺑﻴﺮﻳﻪ ﻭﻛﺎﺳﻜﻴﺖ

ﻃﺎﻟﻌﺔ ﺑﺎﻟﺴﻮﻕ ﺑﺜﻴﺎﺏ ﺍﻟﺒﻴﺖ

ﻣﻦ ﻏﻴﺮ ﺑﻮﺩﺭﺓ ﻣﻦ ﻏﻴﺮ ﺗﻮﺍﻟﻴﺖ

ﻭﻗﺎﺻﺔ ﺷﻌﺮﻙ ﺍﻻ ﻛﺎﺭﺳﻮﻥ

ﺧﻤﻨﺘﻚ ﺷﺎﺏ ﻳﺎ ﻣﺪﻣﻮﺯﻳﻞ

ﻻ ﺗﻮﺍﺧﺬﻳﻨﻲ ﺑﺎﺭﺩﻭﻥ ﺑﺎﺭﺩﻭﻥ

ﺷﻔﺘﻚ ﻃﺎﻟﻌﺔ بيليل ﻭﺣﺪﻙ

ﺭﺍﻳﺤﺔ ﺟﺎﻱ ﻭﻳﻦ ﻣﺎ ﺑﺪﻙ

ﻃﺎﻟﻌﺔ ﻣﻦ ﻫﻮﻥ

ﻧﺎﺯﻟﺔ ﻣﻦ ﻫﻮﻥ

ﺧﻤﻨﺘﻚ ﺷﺎﺏ ﻳﺎ ﻣﺪﻣﻮﺯﻳﻞ

ﻻ ﺗﻮﺍﺧﺬﻳﻨﻲ ﺑﺎﺭﺩﻭﻥ

Oh Em Lajacket and the pants

Your lip is standing on top of the balcony

I guessed you, young man, Mademoiselle

Don't take me cold

Your lips are wearing a beret and a casket

Going to the market in home clothes

Without powder without toilet

And the story of your poetry, Carson

I guessed you, young man, Mademoiselle

Don't take me cold, cold!

I saw you at night alone

Jay Wayne, what do you want?

looking from hun

coming down from here

I guessed you, young man, Mademoiselle

Don't take me cold