Le Beirut

To Beirut
From a peaceful heart to Beirut
And its kisses to the sea and the houses
The scars on its face are ancient seas
It is from
The spirit of the people, wine
It is from
Dancing bread and jasmine
So how did it become a taste of fire and smoke?

To Beirut
Drowned from its Ramadan to Beirut
From the blood of the children above its hands
The city's lights are extinguished
Its doors closed, so it became alone in the sky... alone and at night

You are to, you are to
Ah! You are the queen, you are the banners and the tomorrows and the waves of travel
Wounds of the night have blossomed, wounds of... the mothers
You are Beirut, you are to
Ah! You