These colors are a call to revolution
A refusal to obey the abusive
They are a shout 
That shake the very grounds we stand on 
You may see wounds on our bodies 
But our souls stay strong
There is no time to relive the past
When the present is just as daunting 
Dictators will fall and Zionists will follow
As long as our hearts keep pumping 
WE WILL FIGHT.
Using every blood cell flowing through our veins 
To deny their oppression and scream for freedom
We cannot be bought and we will not bend
Until every inch of land is returned to the right hands
The media will NOT silence our demands for justice
We will stand together
Arms linked
And reclaim our countries
We will remove the wall of ignorance 
Brick by stubborn brick
So everyone can behold the true meaning of victory.
VICTORY. FREEDOM.
.انتصار. حرية
These words that taste so sweet upon my lips
They will echo off of every wall
Implant themselves in every mind
Reminding everyone that we were once dreamers.
Dreamers of a triumph that no one believed in
And when that day comes,
We will let tears of joy fall upon the ground
Replenishing the soil
And bandaging the wounds the tyrants slashed into our lands
Then.
And only then.
Will we truly be free.