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