Rubble, blood and wounds there lie
People there heaving desperate sighs

And everyone here says
We are living the best day
But there they've always seen the worst of days

Their wounds are deep
Which can't be healed

Then how can we feel bliss?
When they're blood kissed

How can they enjoy the Eid day?
When it's the same as previous worst days

I urge you all please
Look at Palestine where genocide never stops

I urge you all please
Look at Palestine where cool wind passes and never stops