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You run to the hills of Syria with no more shots in your mind
you stay there, stunned among the indifference of mute overseas people
Syria stays barefoot on those fields where no grass will ever grow
a memory comes to your mind, perhaps it's of some comfort, here are those guns.
Syria is your name and you're there among the people with nothing left, not even the
wish to dream You run to the hills of Syria with no more
shots in your mind you stay there, stunned among the indifference
of mute overseas people Syria stays barefoot on those fields where
no grass will ever grow a memory comes to your mind, perhaps it's
of some comfort, here are those guns. Syria raising the white flag, freedom disappointed,
clashes in the borders night Syria dances barefoot on this land of mine
which burns hopes she's all orange dancing with this garland
in bloom you dance barefoot for peace you dance barefoot
for life. Syria is tired of the indifference here.
unscrupulous man you won't wipe out this blood between your fingers anymore
unscrupulous man you won't wipe out this blood between your fingers anymore.