Hold my hand on my shoulder Beirut!
Tell me about happiness, what happened makes me desperate ...
They break the mortar of pain, hang it on the leg like a sheep ...
Come on, wake up ..,
If you don't get up, no one will lift you up
The ears do not hear anyone's complain
Stand up with all voices
Don't just listen to the whip
See they touch your body
Look they kiss you on the neck
Look, they rape
The valleys of hate are bubbling
Your skin breathes with sorrow
Women wear black
Put on your wing, Beirut, the shadows scare me
Look back, the burning fire is no fun
They dig knives in the cave weave the net
May he not be ruined by the naz
That you don't chase away the withered laurels
Arise, don't be defeated
Stand in front of the sun and be the sun
Otherwise, they make you like a sheep ...
And nobody talks about you
An ancient Beirut in the last pages of history
Caroline Laurent Turunc
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