You, you’re not aware 
That we’re aware 
Of your despair 
Don’t show your tears 
To your oppressor 
Don’t show your tears 

 [bad word]  
Try not to cry little one 
You’re not alone 
I’ll stand by you 
Try not to cry little one 
My heart is your stone 
I’ll throw with you 

Isam: 
‘Ayn Jalut where David slew Goliath 
This very same place that we be at 
Passing through the sands of times 
This land’s been the victim of countless crimes 
From [bad word] and Mongols 
to the present aggression 
Then the Franks, now even a [bad word] oppression 
If these walls could speak, 
imagine what would they say 

For me in this path that I walk on 
there's only one way 
Bullets may kill, bones may break 
Still I throw stones like David before me and I say 

 [bad word] 

You, you’re not aware 
That we’re aware 
Of your despair 
Your nightmares will end 
This I promise, I promise 

 [bad word] 

Lenny: 
No llores, no pierdas la fe 
La sed la calma el que haze 
Agua de la arena 
Y tu que te levantas con orgullo entre las piedras 
Haz hecho mares de este polvo 
Don’t cry, don’t lose faith 
The one who made [bad word] out of the sand 
Is the one who quenches the thirst 
And you who rise proud from between the stones 
Have made oceans from this dust 

Waqas: 
I throw stones at my eyes 
’cause for way too long they’ve been dry 
Plus they see what they shouldn’t from oppressed babies to thighs 
I throw stones at my tongue 
’cause it should really keep its peace 
I throw stones at my feet 
’cause they stray and lead to defeat 
couple of big ones at my heart 
’cause the thing is freezing cold 
But my nafs is still alive 
and kicking unstoppable and on a roll 
I throw bricks at the devil so I’ll be sure to hit him 
But first at the man in the mirror 
so I can chase out the venom 

Isam: 
Hmm, a little boy shot in the head 
Just another kid sent out to get some bread 
Not the first murder nor the last 
Again and again a repetition of the past 
Since the very first day same story 
Young ones, old ones, some glory 
How can it be, has the whole world turned blind? 
Or is it just ’cause it’s only affecting my kind?! 
If these walls could speak, 
imagine what would they say 
For me in this path that I walk on 
there’s only one way 
Bullets may kill, bones may break 
Still I throw stones like David before me and I say 

 [bad word]