O pupils of Gaza . . . Teach us . . . A little of what you have For we have forgotten . . . Teach us . . To be men For we have men . . dough they become . . . Teach us . . How the rocks become in the children`s hands, precious diamond . . How it becomes The child`s bicycle, a mine And the silk ribbon . . An ambush . . How the feeding bottle nipple . . If detained not Turns into a knife . . . . O pupils of Gaza Care not . . about our broadcasts . . And hear us not . . Strike . . Strike . . . With all your powers And firmly in your hands take matters And ask us not . . We the people of arithmetic . . And of addition . . And of subtraction . . Your wars do carry on And abstain from us . . We`re the deserters from the service, Your ropes do bring And hang us . . . We`re mortals . . Who possess not tombs And orphans . . who possess not masters We kept already to our rooms . . And we asked you To fight the dragon . . We`ve diminished, before you A thousand century . . And you`ve grown -Within a month-Centuries . . O pupils of Gaza . . Return not . . To our writings . . And read us not We`re your fathers . . Do resemble us not . . We`re your idols . . Do worship us not . . We engage in Political lies . . And repression . . And we build graves . . And jails . . Liberate us . . From the fear problem in us . . And expel The opium from our heads . . Teach us . . The art of adherence to the Land, And leave not . . The Messiah saddened . . O our beloved children Salam . . May Allah render your day Jasmine . . . From the cracks of ruined earth You emerged forth And planted in our wound Musk rose . . This is the revolution of notebooks . . And ink . . Do become on the lips melodies . . Shower us . . Heroism, and pride And from our ugliness wash us Wash us . . Fear neither Moses. . Nor Moses` spell . . And ready yourself To harvest the olives Verily this Jewish age is an illusion . . That shall collapse . . Albeit sureness we possess . . . O madmen of Gaza . . A thousand welcome . . . in madmen, If they liberate us Verily the age of political reason has long bygone . . . Do teach us madness . . .SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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