Everything
Spread like a bomb -
My money
My wealth
My mother's bracelet
My father's blood
The throat of my song
You are selling Aziz
Black Money - or Treason, Hungary
 Whatever you say; I don't believe you long ago
You are a thief. 
You murderer is a lustful *******

When I saw my mother's hand empty -
I will curse your mother InshaAllah!
You be the Mafia, be the bomber - or blow up my skull with a pistol - I don't have time to **** you and your brothers; Thief's *** - Where are our resources?