Love and revolution

I miss you so much, I swear

And for the neighbors and for Hilla

Also, Qatar, the struggle is over

And it is dear to me

Station Station remembers your eyes while we are in exile

Do you remember your handkerchiefs with red threads? It is not a coincidence

I remember your question for me, whether the country's wound will heal

Matin makes Sama Al-Khartoum, our beloved, laugh and Matin filters

Your question tormented us, brought us closer, and increased our intimacy

It makes me more excited

How many copper beats in my heart

The rest of the drowsiness left my eyes

We both share people's concerns

I promise you, my dearest people

I forgive you if you forget me, insult me, and cry over me

If one day I threw down my sword and raised my hands

I betrayed the revolution and came with humiliation in my eyes

It is forbidden for your eyes to tune in to me and welcome me

It is forbidden for your hands to sleep again in my hands

But, woe, woe

I kiss where and say oh mano

To whom would I betray Sabah al-Ayn and betray my generation?

I promise you, my night moon

May our mother Khartoum live

I will remove my shell and die standing still

And I say to you, my dearest people

The old promise is coming

Between revolution and knife

Revolutionaries to death, revolutionaries

And I say to you, good morning

Where are the rifles that prevent us from using iron and iron?

Wayne Bombs   Wayne Guns