Palestina

Your name is a rose, your name is Palestine.
Your name a beautiful star in the East.
Your name is hope, your name is a thorn,
your name a precise mirror that reflects us.

Beyond the waves of a sea that approaches us,
we sing to you the future, your name is courage,
your name is Palestine.

From your fields, the brown-skinned are stripped of their trees
as if that would uproot your tomorrow.
Your children are buried while still smiling,
hoping that this way your womb becomes a wasteland.

Olive trees will be born with a millennial destiny
so that the birds can sing your name, which is courage,
your name is Palestine.

When they bind you in their arms, hate becomes fascism,
beaten down by those who mock their past.
Your wings will be, in a flight you will see free
if revenge drifts away from your heart.

Beyond the waves of a sea that approaches us,
we sing to you hope, your name is the future,
your name is Palestine.