Gracious Syria, Syria!
What have you done?
Killing youthful natives,
Ladies and kids?
Armless, unprotected and powerless:
Beating the city into rubbles
Transforming it into phantom land.
Gracious Syria!
Encouraging fat on the blood of
The pure, attacking the land like
An outsider:
Goodness Syria! Won't peace rule?
Youngsters in rubbles crying,
Powerless, others dead!
What have they done?
What buildest thou O Syria?
Have you not sufficiently nourished?
Won't there be peace?
See the anguish of your youngsters!
Howl, Syria! Grieve for your days
are numbered.
The conclusion to fiendishness!
Wouldn't you be able to see the blood spill?
Ladies turned dowagers!
Kids turned vagrants!
With their blood shrivel thou buy
Power?
Whence craftsmanship thine humankind?
The land cried while thou feast
Furthermore, wine with thine partners!
Thou eats and wines while the
Land moans.
Be in isolation, hear the clamor.
Not bleating of sheep but rather cries of
Anguish which thou release
On thine youngsters as they ponder
What their wrongdoing was!
Syria is torn separated and the world
Turn away.
The avaricious pioneers who are
Forever discontent. Continually devour
On the blood of the pure while
The world go out on the town and turn away
As though nothing is going on!
Is this life?
Is this humankind?
At the point when? At the point when will peace come back to you O Syria?
The exiles, how they yearned to return, come back to
their unpredictable homes. They truly long!
The kids, anticipated when they will play
in the avenues without the sound of weapon shots.
Wouldn't you be able to see? See fear in their eyes! Goodness Syria!
The roads of Damascus lie unfilled, they lie in squander!
To what extent, to what extent will this proceed? Gracious Syria!
That's it! World pioneers, ascend and talk!
Talk against the destruction; Speak for the oppressed,
Represent the killed without hesitating.
Talk against treachery: Leaders, pioneers talk!
Give peace a chance to reign in Syria, Let there be an end.
A conclusion to the decimation.
The wanton decimation must stop please!
Youngsters are biting the dust!, Mothers are kicking the bucket, Fathers are biting the dust.
Who will stay in the land while all are no more?
Not really, not really: There must be an end. Stop all
Threats and grasp peace O Syria!
The method for peace is sweeter, grasp love!
The method for adoration improves the world a place.
You should emerge and say no to the killings.
Is there nobody to talk? At that point I loan my voice,
So you would have tranquility, who might be my witness?
Think! Think! Think!
What have you done?
Killing youthful natives,
Ladies and kids?
Armless, unprotected and powerless:
Beating the city into rubbles
Transforming it into phantom land.
Gracious Syria!
Encouraging fat on the blood of
The pure, attacking the land like
An outsider:
Goodness Syria! Won't peace rule?
Youngsters in rubbles crying,
Powerless, others dead!
What have they done?
What buildest thou O Syria?
Have you not sufficiently nourished?
Won't there be peace?
See the anguish of your youngsters!
Howl, Syria! Grieve for your days
are numbered.
The conclusion to fiendishness!
Wouldn't you be able to see the blood spill?
Ladies turned dowagers!
Kids turned vagrants!
With their blood shrivel thou buy
Power?
Whence craftsmanship thine humankind?
The land cried while thou feast
Furthermore, wine with thine partners!
Thou eats and wines while the
Land moans.
Be in isolation, hear the clamor.
Not bleating of sheep but rather cries of
Anguish which thou release
On thine youngsters as they ponder
What their wrongdoing was!
Syria is torn separated and the world
Turn away.
The avaricious pioneers who are
Forever discontent. Continually devour
On the blood of the pure while
The world go out on the town and turn away
As though nothing is going on!
Is this life?
Is this humankind?
At the point when? At the point when will peace come back to you O Syria?
The exiles, how they yearned to return, come back to
their unpredictable homes. They truly long!
The kids, anticipated when they will play
in the avenues without the sound of weapon shots.
Wouldn't you be able to see? See fear in their eyes! Goodness Syria!
The roads of Damascus lie unfilled, they lie in squander!
To what extent, to what extent will this proceed? Gracious Syria!
That's it! World pioneers, ascend and talk!
Talk against the destruction; Speak for the oppressed,
Represent the killed without hesitating.
Talk against treachery: Leaders, pioneers talk!
Give peace a chance to reign in Syria, Let there be an end.
A conclusion to the decimation.
The wanton decimation must stop please!
Youngsters are biting the dust!, Mothers are kicking the bucket, Fathers are biting the dust.
Who will stay in the land while all are no more?
Not really, not really: There must be an end. Stop all
Threats and grasp peace O Syria!
The method for peace is sweeter, grasp love!
The method for adoration improves the world a place.
You should emerge and say no to the killings.
Is there nobody to talk? At that point I loan my voice,
So you would have tranquility, who might be my witness?
Think! Think! Think!
Gracious Syria!
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