long live Palestine love from pakistan <3

Great Song,All the best,Iranian from Denmark

Free for Palestine

Someday soon (God willing) we will get rid of the Murtadeen puppet presidents and we will free Al-Quds and all other Arab countries."ألا إن عقر دار المؤمنين الشام"Allah bless Al-Khilafah.

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/quds-al-atika-old-jerusalem.html#ixzz5FbmZkGMCFairuz - Al-Quds Al-Atika (القدس العتيقة) (English translation)Artist: Fairuz (فيروز | نهاد وديع حداد‎‎‎)Song: Al-Quds Al-Atika (القدس العتيقة)The Old JerusalemI passed by the streets, the streets of old Jerusalemin front of the shops, that were left from Palestine,We talked about it together and they give me a vasethey told me it's a gift from the people who are waiting. I passed by the streets, the streets of old JerusalemI stopped by the doors which have become my friendsand their sad eyes looking from the window of the citytook me and sent me to the exile of misery. once upon a time,there was a land and there were hands that builtthey were building under the sun and under the windthen there were houses and blossoming windows;there were children with books in their hands. Suddenly, one dark night,hatred flooded the shadow of the houses,the black hands stripped the doorsand the houses became without their ownersthere became an obstaclebetween the owners and their housesan obstacle of thorns, fire and black hands. I'm shouting in the streets, the streets of old Jerusalem,let my song turn into storms and thundermy voice keep flying,whirlwind inside the conscience of people,tell them what's happening,so that maybe their conscience wakes up. my voice keep flying,whirlwind inside the conscience of people,tell them what's happening,so that maybe their conscience wakes uptell them what's happening,so that maybe their conscience wakes up.

honte à ceux usurpent la terre sans vergogne honte à nous qui voyons l'injustice et nous nous taisons ce silence de plomb qui a endormi les consciences

palestine dans nos coeurs meurtris dans nos yeux aveuglés par les larmes dans nos entrailles qui se déchirent dans notre sang qui bouillonne comme un torrent comme une vague de colère qui gronde et dévaste tout sur son passage

long live Palestine