가사
(Verse 1)
In the heart of ancient lands, beneath the olive trees,
Whispers of the foregone, carried by the breeze.
Streets hold stories, silenced yet profound,
In every shattered window, lost dreams are found.
(Chorus)
Echoes of the calls to prayer, amidst the rubble rise,
Tears blend with the soil, beneath the solemn skies.
Holding onto memories, as the world turns blind,
Seeking just a moment's peace, a sliver of mankind.
(Verse 2)
Mothers clutch their children, where lullabies once played,
Fathers gaze at borders, by barriers dismayed.
Youth with eyes like embers, burning fierce and bright,
Dreaming of tomorrow, through the long, cold night.
(Chorus)
Echoes of the calls to prayer, amidst the rubble rise,
Tears blend with the soil, beneath the solemn skies.
Holding onto memories, as the world turns blind,
Seeking just a moment's peace, a sliver of mankind.
(Bridge)
Can you hear the whispered pleas, across the distant sea?
Voices rising, falling, yearning just to be.
Land of fractured beauty, where sorrow never sleeps,
In every whispered prayer, a hope that gently weeps.
(Verse 3)
Underneath the crescent moon, resilience takes its stand,
Footprints etch the history, deep within the sand.
The call for recognition, in every he
sleeps,
In every whispered prayer, a hope that gently weeps.
(Verse 3)
Underneath the crescent moon, resilience takes its stand,
Footprints etch the history, deep within the sand.
The call for recognition, in every heart does pound,
A land of torn narratives, where freedom’s yet unbound.
(Chorus)
Echoes of the calls to prayer, amidst the rubble rise,
Tears blend with the soil, beneath the solemn skies.
Holding onto memories, as the world turns blind,
Seeking just a moment's peace, a sliver of mankind.
(Outro)
Palestine, oh Palestine, your stories not in vain,
For every tear that falls, becomes the cleansing rain.
Through the echoes of your strife, our hearts dare to embrace,
The beauty of your spirit, the strength of your grace.
(Outro)
Palestine, oh Palestine, your stories not in vain,
For every tear that falls, becomes the cleansing rain.
Through the echoes of your strife, our hearts dare to embrace,
The beauty of your spirit, the strength of your grace.
