Love and distance

It is said that love stories that arise in the shadow of wars do not

Forgotten and immortalized in memory and history, they are stories that were born

Out of the womb of suffering, grown in a wasteland, dancing

There are feelings on the melodies of the missiles, stories that are not strong

Life is all about being demolished.

And here in the Holy Land... the Promised Land... the Land of the Lost,

In the refugee camp where the ugly face of life, suffering

Those who lost their fathers and mothers, and even the homeland, only remains

Love, sacrifice, and many more stories that are immortalized

In memory of everyone who sacrificed himself for the holy homeland.

The usurped and occupied homeland, Palestine...this spot

Blessed and for whom everything is easy, nothing

More precious than Palestine, neither the soul, nor the family, nor

Friends...not even love.