The land is still, the sea is glistening
The morning dove is on the wing
Beneath the cedar trees,
the endless sky We come to Lebanon to die in spring
I am a farmer's son
from Israel I am a carpenter from Palestine
I will be praised,
Jehovah's will be done Why must I die tonight in Lebanon?
This is the
season
of awakening We should be laughing in the sun
We should be planting seeds in the empty fields
Instead of dynamite in Lebanon
People despised, people alone
Deny their right of sovereignty
Deny their dignity, deny their hope
