Sorry Palestine we are traitors

Sorry Palestine

You are not in our minds

Your children are not safe

They are terrorists who learned the tricks of time

So they burned our homes

And blew up the volcano

Sorry Palestine

Don't misunderstand us, we don't ask you for forgiveness

We don't care about you, do you have proof

of the sincerity of our love and violence?

Did any of the Arabs visit you

When the affliction intensified upon you, O land of the Most Gracious?

Because of you, the entity was not satisfied with us

Oh our disappointment at the end of time

The day when the Lord will line up with the angels of the Most Gracious?

Row row by row to prevent us from balance

Sorry Palestine

We appreciate and respect the aggression

Which brought with it the memory of settlement

And destroyed homes and brought us sorrows

Oh my mother, don't cry for me, for tears are a flood

I thank my Lord, for I am a martyr who resisted the aggression

And if I am captured, will I be under the protection of the Most Gracious?

And I thank my Lord for every day

I spent fighting the prisoner

and extinguishing the fires of the volcano

In whose revolution security is lost?

And hand over the authority of the house so that we do not allow aggression

To penetrate our lands and seize security

So leave the heart so that it may reveal the secrets of the entity

For there is nothing to hide from you, O destiny?

If the mind is struck by delirium

And decides to ignite the revolution in the square?

Do not confuse matters for us on that day

You have no excuse, O Arabs

In all the wars you were traitors to us

O you who once claimed that you were our helpers

Did you come to humiliate us and humiliate us?

So excuse me, O Arabs, for we are tired of your tunes

So you were not our brothers?

Rather, traitors cursed by your bombing from the Most Gracious

O you who filled our path with sorrows

And robbed us of our peace and made us lose the ability to forget?

You will tell your crimes publicly, so is there anyone condemned?

You will tell us your selling out to us publicly. Are there any stories, O tongue?

Yesterday we were revolutionaries setting fire to the square

Today we are revolutionaries determined to fight tyranny

No matter how much colonialism wronged us and awakened the flames of the volcano

And stole our joy and summoned the birds of time

Or left us in the darkness of the tunnel without security?

We are confident that we will be free at the end of time.