A greeting from my heart to Beirut kisses to the sea and to the houses to a rock, which is like an old sailors face She is made from the peoples soul..from wine She is from his sweata bread and Jasmins So how does her taste become? A taste of fire and smoke
Glory from the ashes to Beirut My city has turned out her lamp From the blood of a child carried upon her hand She shut her door, and became alone in the sky Alone with the night You are mine, you are mine Ah Hug me you are mine You are my flag, tomorrow stone And a travels waves The wounds of my people have blossomed And mothers tear You are mine, you are mine Ah Hug me