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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 Wishes

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