You watch her she is yours, but still not yours
You watch her go, she is still yours?
She looks back, she is still yours?
You watched her, she came back
You watch her, she turns again
Minds a mess, I think it's just an illusion

My eyes, now empty, as I fall down
Blood gushing out, staining the ground

My wish now finally filled
At last, I am freed, as I had willed

Oh dear mother, you don't be sad
Your little martyr, we shall meet again

For Palestine