An old man is proud
But behind his modest smile lies the grief
Only one picture of his brave son remains
It seems that the vicious circle
Can never be broken through
The hopeful ones gathered their strength
To achieve the apparent impossible
But all plans seem to be in vain
As a soldier of Allah he's an example
For the others on his bloody way
To immortality
It seems that the vicious circle
Can never be broken through
Because old wounds are reopened every time
This Intifada as a device
To thwart the peace negotiations
He can rely on a reward in the hereafter
Eternal paradise awaits him
"The peace that was born today, gives us
all the hope that the children born today
will never know war between us,
and their mothers will know no sorrow.
Allow me to end by the simple words:
Shalom, Salaam, Peace."
Pugnacity
With our blood
Show no mercy
With our soul
Die for heaven
An eye for an eye
Burn to let them...
Suffer for all their actions
We will not move an inch
They won't play in our hands
We will not tolerate those who defy
We will not hesitate
To start an attack if
You undermine the agreement
Vova
