Love and distance
It is said that love stories that arise in the shadow of wars do not
Forgotten and immortalized in memory and history, they are stories that were born
Out of the womb of suffering, grown in a wasteland, dancing
There are feelings on the melodies of the missiles, stories that are not strong
Life is all about being demolished.
And here in the Holy Land... the Promised Land... the Land of the Lost,
In the refugee camp where the ugly face of life, suffering
Those who lost their fathers and mothers, and even the homeland, only remains
Love, sacrifice, and many more stories that are immortalized
In memory of everyone who sacrificed himself for the holy homeland.
The usurped and occupied homeland, Palestine...this spot
Blessed and for whom everything is easy, nothing
More precious than Palestine, neither the soul, nor the family, nor
Friends...not even love.