Themes: Corruption, War
A metal song that speaks with the tongue of a Syrian child. A rough translation is offered below:
LYRICS IN ENGLISH:
What’s that sound, father?
I’m so afraid!
Don’t be, close your eyes,
I want to go home,
We will, son,
Filthy and itchy,
But no doubt my filth has more honor than you,
Rulers and politics, the source of defilement,
My house is not the camp,
Give it back,
God have mercy, your test has become long,
You burn me with their fire, where is yours?
Turned the childhood into a curse,
Weak, actively take your decision,
With the creed, they made me homeless,
With the knife, compelled me to it,
Oh, judgment day, arrive!
Blow your horn, Israfil,
Your trumpets await you, Israfil. (The angel in charge of blowing the horn that announces judgment day).
watch me on the screen,
Film my empty dish, sucking my fingers,
My dream is dead on the top of the canons, consolidate me,
Father, if I wake up, put me back to sleep.
Don’t wake me up.
My heart’s beloved, wake up….wake up.
(Voice of a preacher in the background)