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WAQAF AL TIFLU (There stood the child) The child stood alone in the night With bullets and soldiers all around him The child stood and the stones are piles His eyes are determinant and resistant He cannot find who support him from his right He cannot find who protect him from his left Every place he goes to is empty Every road he passes through is blocked There stood the child at your door Jerusalem And there called him the forefathers Their echoes met Visitors and terms swarming around his eyes The dew and the injured disappeared at the horizon Claims and promises all disappeared |
All the mottos fell into the ground
Throats and promises disappeared
Everyone is claiming the right ancestor
And you are the free, strong and determinant person
Today you are alone in the area, child
Where are the ancestries? Where are the promises?
He wilted almost yelling, where are the army, where are the men,
Where are the weapons?
The child stood alone in the nights
With Bullets and soldiers all around him
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