A Palestinian Folk Song, dedicated to Gaza
English translation:
Mum, sing to the wind
Mum, sing my folk song
A dagger’s stab is better than being ruled by a scoundrel
Mum, I’m coming back so hide me in your eyes
Oh how much anguish and sorrow I have seen in my days
My life has passed in so much agony
Mum, sing to the wind
Mum, sing my folk song
A dagger’s stab is better than being ruled by a scoundrel
Oh how I wish my chest were a bridge
So you can cross over it
And you and I can live a Palestinian life together!
Mum, sing to the wind
Mum, sing my folk song
A dagger’s stab is better than being ruled by a scoundrel