You, you’re not aware

That we’re aware

Of your despair

Don’t show your tears

To your oppressor

Don’t show your tears

CHORUS:

Try not to cry little one

You’re not alone

I’ll stand by you

Try not to cry little one

My heart is your stone

I’ll throw with you

Isam:

‘Ayn Jalut where David slew Goliath

This very same place that we be at

Passing through the sands of times

This land’s been the victim of countless crimes

From Crusaders and Mongols

to the present aggression

Then the Franks, now even a crueller oppression

If these walls could speak,

imagine what would they say

For me in this path that I walk on

there's only one way

Bullets may kill, bones may break

Still I throw stones like David before me and I say

CHORUS

You, you’re not aware

That we’re aware

Of your despair

Your nightmares will end

This I promise, I promise

CHORUS

Lenny:

No llores, no pierdas la fe

La sed la calma el que haze

Agua de la arena

Y tu que te levantas con orgullo entre las piedras

Haz hecho mares de este polvo

Don’t cry, don’t lose faith

The one who made water come out of the sand

Is the one who quenches the thirst

And you who rise proud from between the stones

Have made oceans from this dust

Waqas:

I throw stones at my eyes

’cause for way too long they’ve been dry

Plus they see what they shouldn’t from oppressed babies to thighs

I throw stones at my tongue

’cause it should really keep its peace

I throw stones at my feet

’cause they stray and lead to defeat

A couple of big ones at my heart

’cause the thing is freezing cold

But my nafs is still alive

and kicking unstoppable and on a roll

I throw bricks at the devil so I’ll be sure to hit him

But first at the man in the mirror

so I can chase out the venom

Isam:

Hmm, a little boy shot in the head

Just another kid sent out to get some bread

Not the first murder nor the last

Again and again a repetition of the past

Since the very first day same story

Young ones, old ones, some glory

How can it be, has the whole world turned blind?

Or is it just ’cause it’s only affecting my kind?!

If these walls could speak,

imagine what would they say

For me in this path that I walk on

there’s only one way

Bullets may kill, bones may break

Still I throw stones like David before me and I say

CHORUS

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