Falasteen Wa Lubnan...

She screamed with the top of her lungs.. havent you had enough bloodshed

She woke up the conscience of death...
but the day where the conscience of people wakes up never came..

Oh Palestine, oh my wound, oh people who have never leaned down...

Just for the sake of you to be given back to us, I will throw my heart with stones…

don’t be afraid, and don’t carry the concern of who has been unjust to you, with our souls we will gather your wounds, we would sacrifice our lives to you…

Being a martyr on your land is like giving life.. and who will ask for life if they could be a martyr for you…

In my veins run 2 kinds of blood, Palestinian and Lebanese.

Lebanon is in my heart and eyes.. just one the other side of the hill

Lebanon, the land of heros,
the land of dreams within the eyes of men who stay up all night along the borders

Oh Lebanon how I love you, oh forehead who is high and never bended

I would die for you if danger knocked on your door


ilal liqaa...!