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When the blood blooms and we return to the most beautiful of times
And we return to the most beautiful of times
To those days where the sky would be without clouds and the land without thorns
And all of the homeland wore the scent of Jasmine and the pomegranate blossom.
And we return to the honourable victories
How long were we without any glories
The proud land says, these are the years
The age of grain and wheat will continue forever as long as the heart beats
Retribution is for them and honour is for us.
I am the land a martyr and a witness
I observed the battle ambush by ambush
Bomb by bomb, mission by mission
Confrontation by confrontation and victory after victory
I am the land, I have witnessed them
I have realised they are the wind of a storm I know them soldier by soldier
I know their voices, their steps, their laughter, their wounds
I know their prayers and the Quran with their military uniforms.
I am the land, I've seen flowers grow under their bodies when they slept
And the light accompanies them when they wake.
This period spoke of another period from the past, where the enemy was hateful and spoke of how the victories began
The enemies have not left me ever.
But sincerity is the side with respect and the blood of now covers the blood of the past
Till the sun glowed and the river dropped.
heir lives they sacrificed, and for all of time their eyes will surround us.
Not a day would pass without fallen martyrs. The young and the leaders, and leaders of the leaders.
I saw them leaving from behind the fences, from the cities and their offfices
I saw them leaving their wedding night and race each other to martyrdom.
They call each other from the "banks of the river" asking the one who had arrived
Ask this pure, this exceptional and this the enamoured of the land the Sheikh axles
Ask the seedlings that flooded with victory was, and became grass and water
And the song for the victory and martyrdom with last morning
To our grooms, and creators of our happiness. For you is the sun, and for you is victory.
And for you, the villages will be decorated with your memories.
Spray the water of the blossoms, and the Henna of your blood to bring on sunny days and watered fields
I am the land greeting and telling you, there will be no night that would betray us
Your blood is the banner, and victory is Athan till the end of this path