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An old man is proud |
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but behind his modest smile lies the grief |
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Only one picture of his brave son remains |
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It seems that the vicious circle |
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Can never be broken through |
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The hopeful ones gathered their strength |
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To achieve the apparent impossible |
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But all plans seem to be in vain |
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As a soldier of Allah |
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He's an example for the others |
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On his bloody way to immortality |
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It seems that the vicious circle |
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Can never be broken through |
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Because old wounds are reopened every time |
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This Intifada as a device |
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To thwart the peace negotiations |
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He can rely on a reward in the hereafter |
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Eternal paradise awaits him |
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It seems that the vicious circle |
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With our blood |
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Can never be broken through |
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Because old wounds are reopened every time |
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This Intifada as a device |
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To thwart the peace negotiations |
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Pugnacity |
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Show no mercy |
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With our soul |
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Die for heaven |
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An eye for an eye |
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Burn to let them... |
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Suffer for all their actions |
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We will not move an inch |
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They won't play in our hands |
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We will not tolerate those who defy |
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We will not hesitate |
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To start an attack |
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If you undermine the agreement |
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Let them suffer! |