An old son
by late superstar of the Orient;
(Egyptian) Um-Kulthoom
The Israeli bastards
have devoured palestine like a stinky rat devouring
a piece of cheese
Palestinian Resistance
I have become an owner of a rifle
To Palestine, let me accompany you
To hills that are as sad as the face of the Magdalene
For 20 years I have been searching for my land and identity;
Searching for my house; my country which has become surrounded by barbed wires;
Searching for my childhood and my playmates;
Searching for my books; for my pictures; for every warm corner and flower pot.
To Palestine, let me accompany you.
O men, I wish to live or die a man.
I have become an owner of a rifle.
Tell who ever ask about my cause, I have become an owner of a rifle.
I have become an owner of a rifle.
(Hence) I have been on the list of the rebels.
Thorns have become my bed wearing my knife.
I have become one of the rebels.
O rebels in Jerusalem, in Khaleel, in Bisana, in Aghwar, in Beet Lehim;
Wherever you are, go forward;
Go forward, go forward, go forward, go forward;
(Chorus) to Palestine.
There is only one way (left);
A way that passes through the mouth of a rifle.
River to Sea
Uprooted Palestinian
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