كلمات Wahdah btib a al Quds

Once we heard songs of sorrow for Jerusalem
Once we heard poems crying for Jerusalem
For a while all the attention was drawn to your pain
Through the air portraits of martyrs were blowing like rain

Viewing crowds were safe in their far away regions
Soon the songs flew away like a scared flock of pigeons

City of stories, - waiting for those who departed
City of stories, - the peace you conceived never started

Why did they leave you alone?
With sorrows beneath every stone.
Peace broking rulers have flown
Jerusalem stands alone