The March of Return

Waving my flag

Once more to the fray.

For all men should die

In the waves of the marching day.

My stone and scarf tell the words of freedom

Me and my people are forbidden to say.

The hounds unleashed thirsty for blood

Thus hounds forgot a lion is no prey.

A Bird from Palestine

The sky was once mine

Before you locked me in chains

I wonder if I’ll ever fly again

For I am a prisoner in this cage

I shouted: I still dream of flying

Despite all the wars you wage

Seventy years of oppression

Inflamed the rebel tide in my veins

The storm of revolution must come

Push the bird to rise for change

My oppressor, do not let your ego blind you!

Be aware of my rage… Be aware of my rage