When will the conscience of peace wake up?

Good morning O Lebanon
Evening of Death O Beirut
Evening of tears in the eyelids
And the injury of our repressed feelings
O Beirut

Oh Beirut we see things you’re suffering
You’ve been hurt in our torment
And we cry from our weeping over the scream of a dying child

It’s sad Oh Lebanon
You became a source of sadness
As if you that day were rain watering the thirsty
Your earth became bloody
And your homes became memorials
And bodies and rubble remain beneath your debris

Good morning O Lebanon
Evening of Death O Beirut
When will the conscience of peace wake up?
And stop the pain and injustice?
When will the voices unite and make our dreams come true?
When will we break the wall of sound?
When will we refuse the choice of death?
When will we scream ‘NO’ in the face of injustice
And the oppressors

Good morning O Lebanon
Evening of Death O Beirut