viva la palestina

I see that child holding stone in his hands

Fearless in front of the enemy I see him stand

He looks boldly into the soldier’s eye

And behind he hears a shout; a cry

As the bombs fall and the rockets fly

He calmly sends the stone soaring

At a raging tank, to my base it’s flooring

Trying in vain to make its’ freedom an unrivaled right

I see an injured brother calling from behind

Reminding to keep that INTIFADAH in mind

Reminding not to leave the tank this time

And in his eyes I see a shine

A shine that makes me wonder

That if none of them surrenders

Someday that child will be free

And shouting these words louder he'll be

You took away my mama

But not my motherland

VIVA LA PALESTINA