Great lady
With the death closer than a torn shirt
on the body
Who weeps with aching sobs that reach the havens,
Palestine, cry for me too
I spoke no word from hell
To save you.

There are no words
That can hold the weight of your pain.

In broad daylight
At every step a mother falls,
At every step a child falls looking
Toward the sky,
Behind him another falls,
And another...
And another...

The monsters hide no more,
They said "All can go... to the moon"
Until the last breath.
- The last breath of humanity.

Palestine, cry for me too,
I spoke no word
From hell to save you.

There are no words
that do not break under the weight
like a blade of grass,
At the feet of your sorrow
And not rise again.

The sky above
Holds its breath,
To save the light at the end
Of your eyes 
Palestine
My hands reach out for you!