Places

Breath the parfume of a murder and watch how he screams no surrender

they fight as a light fight the night

beneath the moon and stars of their gloomy night

they know that the dawn will arrive

beneath the howling stars...

red as blood,green as a landscape

yellow as desert,black as night

into their heaven they stay

they hear the silence so loud

and watch the dying clouds veiled in grey

hopes disappear in elegance

still in woe , but how to go

quiet remains were martyrs mourn a land

this is a land called Palestine

where blood and fire are the same and plane and weapons destroy everythings

where hearts are broken and torn

where the way of freedom full of thorn

PALESTINE ...a land between heaven and hell

a land where war lurk in troubled dream

scythe,rage, and roses

innocence,planes, and arm

Palestine looses her charm

burning candles dressed on grave

with beautiful dance of fire at the rythm of the wind

the land where shadow bloom and watered by the tears of the mothers

now silence filled the land to break the crime

we are waiting in a cold austere world and now the bell begins to chime

to annouce the victory of the people of dignity .....

blessed are the names of the martyrs

they 're killed to kiss the heaven's door and live the eternal life

blissful cold,body as a gift to give freedom

the garden bloom with bright colour and give place for silent sorrow

the coulour of the sun embraces their grave and touch their name graved in a stone

suffering ,yes , people suffer their absence

never knew a heart could be so full of shadow

death is black and cold

a mother mourn her son and said :"oh my son it's cold here without you you rise in me everynight and I kiss the places where you were"

this is the day when roses ceassed to bloom , devoure by tear and pain

through time can I forget those how left behind the wall of justice

my heart beats faster ,the anguish comes clearer

do they live a real life ????

In their eyes there is some tears that promise to kill the silence and dominate places,

sorry little child ,I can see I'm not blind

Palestine...Palestine...we are twin , we will win

blood stain is a sign of a gain

now tell me oh no

don't tell me

I know their deepest fear and yet they disepear ...the people that got the face against the wall ,but you faces are against the heaven

dear Palestine , I know do not tell me because you are me

we are the same ,we are the scream,that loose his voice

we are the life that learned to die

we are the tear that broke with fear

we will not go down ,we will not go down

and together we will break the chains of Gaza

all the mosquees and church will kiss our heads when we will pray in Qod

peace for palestine ,long life for this land

WRITTEN BY SOUHAIL ARFAOUI