They got tired of the angels of heaven both mourn
It enchorco the ground with the blood of the brave
He was tortured heart but little aid was
They got tired of praying hands hands day and night
Praying for peace !!!!!
Pray for freedom!!
The happiness that no longer knows your land
For some time .......
I wonder if your children play in the street
I wonder if you know that innocent smile
Poor! Only know crying tears
And they play to throw stones
Basta! To stop the blood! To stop the violence!
Where are human rights?
Where are when most needed?
Do we serve the demonstrations in the street?
Do we serve the ink and the scripts?
Do we serve the tears on her cheeks?
Palestinian security being for Palestinians
And this unique peace paciras light
By proclaiming your victory certain
iFueron unfair to you! iAunque not know the injustice!
iFueron wild!
Born Arab and Arabic will remain!
i do not ever give up! i do not give up Palestinian!
Palestine