Wa tiini wa zaitun
It is a story of the holy land
That has been colonized by Zionism
Where the children sing the sound of bombs, and guns
Where the rivers has become red of blood
Where the sky is all plums of ash
There’s so much you have to see
This is not their story!
This is our story!
Do you close your eyes?
To see those mothers have no milk to feed their children
While you can suck milk from the jars of Zionist
those children grow to see violence over their mother
strengthen by death of their father
stand up to see the Zionist soldiers shoot missiles trough their brother’s body
while you were made busy with valentine’s prom night
but they will fight for freedom, will never surrender
there’s so much you have to understand
by the rivers that is clear no more
that shed the blood of syuhada
that bring the shoes without legs to the day of freedom
that flow the spirit of ‘real soldier’
that spread the energy of jihad
this is your story,
this is our story!
There’s so much you have to see
There’s so much you have to hear
There’s so much you have to understand
From the land of Palestine
