There is a country they've offered out for rent
A house furnished on the expense of sacking of our homes
On the revolution here they just look
And you have a balcony overseeing humiliation
And on the top of the hill some houses with roof tops that are not like ours
A country whose sons are imprisoned
Not the prisoners, those are free, proud and peace
I mean you and me and all who are stuck in the middle of the fire
Don't shoot that kid on the window, please don't
There's a patrol outside, see them march
Taking their orders, not clear from who
Prepare my shirt and sandals don't cry and make a scene
Just hope they would be J
And they won't shoot me in my knees
They won't push me over my roof
And that they won't dig up my grave
Here they just broke in the gate
Lights, cars, guards, press and cameras
And still some homes are on the backs of our sons
Selling chewing gum on the traffic lights
The truth in this country is printed fast
The photos of the neighbors on the walls
Their eyes look at us
While our eyes try to evade theirs
Our pain dried up a long time ago
We've forgotten the revolution
Forgotten the fire
Forgotten the flag
Forgotten the rocks
You need a barricade not curtains
The story of this country is a story
There's a country they've offered for rent
We've forgotten the feast, forgotten life
I passed beyond a bridge far away
We're aging of sleep and tomorrow is not a day
In the mid day you see the stars
We've forgotten that e forgot
We drowned and forgotten to swim
An ambulance waiting for 60 years
They came, we erupted and moved
And we are still here
God bless the soul of your grand dad
His key still awaits a home
The country is in the news
Streets where fire dances
With towers
Walls
Cuffs
A bracelet
A horse
A donkey
Wood fire and sparks