Lyrics by Mahmoud Darwish

They placed on his mouth chains
They tied his hands to the rock of death
And called him a murderer
They took his food and clothes and knowledge
And threw him in the cell of death
And called him thief
They kicked him out of all ports
Taking away his little love
And called him a refugee

They placed on his mouth chains
They tied his hands to the rock of death
And called him a murderer
They took his food and clothes and knowledge
And threw him in the cell of death
And called him thief
They kicked him out of all ports
Taking away his little love
And called him a refugee

Oh bloody eyes and palms
The night is fleeting
No room to stop left
And no lock to the chains
Oh bloody eyes and palms
The night is fleeting
No room to stop left
And no lock to the chains

Nero died but Rome didn’t
Nero died but Rome didn’t
In her eyes she fights
In her eyes she fights
In her eyes she fights
In her eyes she fights

And the dead wheat pieces
Is gonna fill the valley with wheat
And the dead wheat pieces
Is gonna fill the valley with wheat
Is gonna fill the valley with wheat...
And the dead wheat pieces
Is gonna fill the valley with wheat
Is gonna fill the valley with wheat..

On Man