They come with guns
And bring death and destruction laugher and hate and
It's not a pretty sight
Seen dead body's in life
It's sadness and
Hurt and pain every day and
Rivers of Gaza full of children's blood and
My life is so miserable and
No peace in Gaza today
They come to disrupt us
And forcefully **** us
One by one every day and
I'm drowning oh I'm drowning
In Palestinan blood
Every day.

Unless you do it
With inner flame
Crop of pursuit
Will be but, lame