هذا هو دربي.. هذا هو دربي
لنقاتل نقاتل نقاتل يا شعبي
لنقاتل ولنطلق كل النار
من جرحي فليقفز سيف بتار
من عيني فلتشهر فوهة مدفع
ولتشحذ يا جرح الشعب السكين
على عنق الجزار
ولتطلق أعين شعبي النار
هذا هو دربي.. هذا هو دربي
......
"Just ask yourself," we said back in those days,
"Is this world better off without Saddam Hussein?"
Now that's a simple question. Just ask yourself.
It turned up starkly, undeniably
As that left hand inside the trench Marines were digging
At the prison turned "facility."
That was one day's headlined excavation.
Meanwhile, the relics from the tell near Nasiriyah
......
The hell on Earth
is never natural
but an artificial,
manmade disaster.
People loved to
hate eachother.
To see differences
instead of similies
become a fashion,
......
Arms trade workers, here's an early warning
You might wake up tomorrow morning
And find that this is the glorious day
When all your jobs will just melt away
Because the people of the world are going to make sure
There'll be no more, no more, no more war
So now's the time to switch your occupation
From dealing in death and desolation
Don't hang around now you've been told
The international murder trade's about to fold
......
For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart,
Tuning a verse for thee.
O Earth, that hast no voice, confide to me a voice,
O harvest of my lands—O boundless Summer growths!
O lavish brown parturient earth—O infinite, teeming womb.
A song to narrate thee.
......
The hell on Earth
is never natural
but an artificial,
manmade disaster.
People loved to
hate eachother.
To see differences
instead of similies
become a fashion,
......
هذا هو دربي.. هذا هو دربي
لنقاتل نقاتل نقاتل يا شعبي
لنقاتل ولنطلق كل النار
من جرحي فليقفز سيف بتار
من عيني فلتشهر فوهة مدفع
ولتشحذ يا جرح الشعب السكين
على عنق الجزار
ولتطلق أعين شعبي النار
هذا هو دربي.. هذا هو دربي
......
"Just ask yourself," we said back in those days,
"Is this world better off without Saddam Hussein?"
Now that's a simple question. Just ask yourself.
It turned up starkly, undeniably
As that left hand inside the trench Marines were digging
At the prison turned "facility."
That was one day's headlined excavation.
Meanwhile, the relics from the tell near Nasiriyah
......
For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart,
Tuning a verse for thee.
O Earth, that hast no voice, confide to me a voice,
O harvest of my lands—O boundless Summer growths!
O lavish brown parturient earth—O infinite, teeming womb.
A song to narrate thee.
......
Arms trade workers, here's an early warning
You might wake up tomorrow morning
And find that this is the glorious day
When all your jobs will just melt away
Because the people of the world are going to make sure
There'll be no more, no more, no more war
So now's the time to switch your occupation
From dealing in death and desolation
Don't hang around now you've been told
The international murder trade's about to fold
......