Omar Offendum - Finjan lyrics

Intro (First two couplets from Nizar Qabbani's poem 'Qariat il-Finjan'): جلست والخوف بعينيها تتأمل فنجاني المقلوب قالت يا ولدي لا تحزن فالحب عليك هو المكتوب Verse 1: She sat with fear in both her eyes Ponderin the turkish coffee cup inverted Carefully she worded Destiny & time Now dont you grieve my son For love is written for you in the signs Martyrdom for he who dies religiously But love is blind Your coffee-cup is terrifyin A life of travellin & battlin A lot of love...a lot of d**h A load of pain unravels As your chasin after every woman on the planet only To return like a defeated king - lascivious & lonely Chorus: If love is free ... Why'd a fortuneteller charge me a fee just to say that? Im free to love ... But nobody's willing to reciprocate - i guess its payback ... Verse 2: In your future is a girl whose eyes alone can make you praise the lord Lips shaped like grapes - beautiful - her laugh is musical And still the sky above's a gloomy grey that rains & pours Road blocked...dead locked...immutable...a sight unusual The woman of your dreams sleepin in a palace tower Guarded by both dogs & soldiers - likes of which will make you cower And the princess of your heart In a slumber from the start Suitors lost - climbin fences to uproot her... Who'd've thought? Now i've read many palms & horoscopes before but never seen A coffee-cup resemblin your coffee-cup...i've never seen Sorrows like the sorrows emanating from this demita**e Your destiny's to walk on dagger tips of love so many times... The solitude of seashells & the weepin willowy wails... Leave you stuck in currents of an oceanic love for females... The details you will love & lose a million times only To return like a dethrone'd king - lascivious & lonely Chorus: If love is free ... Why'd a fortuneteller charge me a fee just to say that? Im free to love ... But nobody's willing to reciprocate - i guess its payback ... Verse 3: I read between the lines like fortune-tellers with a coffee cup And i ain't talkin bout them frapuccinos with the frothy stuff Our peoples are of equal standing in the eyes of G_d we trust But we're the ones who shoulder blame when errorism's army busts Im sick of askin why - wanna kick up ash n fly When a man is rich whether in gold or knowledge he should try Treatin the poverty of other brothers with consideration Knowin that the highest form of flattery is imitation Its another iteration of the same bitter-taste with the same limitations Faint recollections of her face interlaced in The bars of a jail where there ain't visitation Man i hate bein patient - rather be the doctor Diagnose a higher dose of mea culpa - not ya General hospital scrub in soap or opera A local wasta connect-the-dot hopeful Qaari'at il-finjan Outro (Last two couplets from Nizar Qabbani's poem 'Qariat il-Finjan'): مقدورك أن تمضي أبدا في بحر الحب بغير قلوع وتحب ملايين المرات وترجع كالملك المخلوع