El Rass - Zaytoun

[royce]

 

The Lyrics :

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Maybe Tomorrow is Better, Maybe Not
Maybe the world’s heart hardens, maybe it softens  
We will not exist until it fades  {The Occupation}
It will not fade until we exist  
Next Ramadan at Al-Aqsa, a prayer for justice

x2

Maybe tomorrow will be a truce, maybe a strike  
Maybe the winds of the East will silence  
Maybe the fires of the West will die  
The oil of the tree in the verse of light illuminates the path  
Inside the tunnel, against drowning  
Green is the banner in times of war

And the truth is one
Like a finger raised in prayer  
A fighter in prostration  
Injured, yet witnessing  
Mocking a weakened devil  
Inside a machine with a cold body  
We know the West, but who was supposed to help?

Arabs, despite their excess, have starved  
Kings who sold even their captives  
Their secrets spilled  
How many mercenaries did they sell to Yemen?  
To Libya, to Sudan  
A hypocrite seeks to unite religions  
A promising project  
Whitening us with a deadly powder  
A traitorous ingrate  
It’s illogical for a thinker to stand on the shoulders of a worker  
The blood under the earth is working  
Like the breath of a musician  
A rising anthem  
The chance for souls to meet has narrowed

The truth is one
Honoring the nation like honoring parents  
Like a thirsty land, though located between two seas.
This is the triangle between the Hijaz,  
Egypt, and the Levant  
The best bond within the circle is Ashkelon

Maybe tomorrow is better, maybe not  
Maybe the world’s heart hardens, maybe it softens  
We will not exist until it fades  
It will not fade until we exist  
Next Ramadan at Al-Aqsa, a prayer for justice

x2

Genocide is eating from my plate  
And things have lost their taste  
blinds, in their forgetfulness, advise me to forget
I forget them and their shallow minds  
Their laws are wicked and not my ceiling  
My statement is eloquent and unrhymed
You need a knife to eat watermelon  
Don’t try to explain it to me

Peace and dialogue and stories like these  
Are myths that don’t deceive children  
They’re all speeches in the air  
And those who shot back responded  
Flooded and rose  
Honor is full  
The spring burst forth  
They skinned the jackal  
Made a hyena  
A bloodsucker on air

The Zionist has skin banks from martyrs  
They want our civilization to exist only within the borders of a film  
They read the Talmud on the cannon  
And we are the religion of violence?  
Let all songs be silenced if they anesthetize the guilt

The people of the land revive the land  
While the occupier revives Nova  
If dancing is in the air  
Poker Tova will be torn apart

The possibilities of returning to a normal life  
They buried them in tents  
Put them to sleep next to Essam  
Hang the lover’s picture  
Virtue won’t return  
"I carry my trust."

And we love the fight if we find a way to it  
In truth  
Like the sun’s light  
Through a crack  
Like a Kornet

And victory is certain  
The call to prayer will rise over the Iron Dome  
Our candles will trample the land of ice  
For the West to begin solidarity  
Three thousand martyrs were required

In a tinted prison  
The first who passed through here  
Were the children of the camp  
Do you know why?  
I live in hell  
He lives in two

 

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The olive tree (Zaytoon) in Palestine... a symbol of resistance and steadfastness in the face of occupation.

The olive tree represents a symbol in the struggle against attempts to uproot and erase memory in Palestine. In the village of Al-Walaja, located in Bethlehem, stands the largest and oldest olive tree

 

Edited October 12 by royce