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[Alima]

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Everyone Sings On His Own

Everyone sings on his own and I sing on my own.
I sing for you my country, about those who stole your moon from me.
Stay awake; our country is on fire and the streets are empty;
You can't go back.
Where to can you escape?
You can't fly and you can't change what is going on.
Come, let's sing; let's sing about the unfairness and tears…
About the suppression of the people and their fear.
I sing for you my country, about those who stole your moon from me.
The city's night is tears and dusk; O love, play on your oud.
Let's listen, maybe the night would get better.
Lucky the person who has a tomorrow!!
Were it not for blame and regret, I would have listed all names.
I sing for you my country, about those who stole your moon from me.
A thousand nights pass; destruction and ruin take place;
We might get displaced; our bulbuls might silence; our plows might dry.
But the land is ours… We are the land.
And .......... is our place… our place!!




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