Where are the millions? Where are the millions?
Where are the Arab youth?
Where is the Arab fury?
Where is the blood of the Arabs?
Where is the honor of the Arabs?
Where are the millions?
We are the rights and we are the revolution
And they are the friends of the elephants (see 105:1-5, Quran)
The generation of rights and the generation of revolution
Ababil birds (again, see 105:1-5, Quran)
We must throw rocks at them
Rocks from hell
We will not bow [to them], we will not listen to their orders
And their plans astray
Those who kissed the ribs
Stronger than armor
If our fathers perish tomorrow
Oh, history, write
No! Do not underestimate our land
And the revolution is our title
There is a machine gun stored in my chest
And we say, "where are our brothers?"
God is with us, Stronger
And Greater than any son of a Zionist
[They can] Strangle us, kill us, and bury us in graves
[But] My land will not be slowed
The red blood, the green narrator
With a taste of lemon
The fire of revolution gets stronger and its price gets higher
We will be the victors!
Stronger than the mountains!
More than the grains of sand!
Inside of the prisons we sing and live
Out of the prisons, we do fight, we do not bow, we do not relent
Write, oh history!
We have faith in our revolution
The revolution is our title
Mohamed Zaki
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Sun, 27/03/2022 - 12:16
"Live Performance from Julia Boutros at Beirut Port (2016)":