In the heart of the East, where the crescent moon shines,
Lies a land of dreams, a land of signs,
Palestine, where the winds carry whispers of grace,
Where every stone tells a story, every hill has a face.

Through olive groves and desert sands,
Through ancient cities with outstretched hands,
Your people stand, unbroken, proud,
Their voices rise, strong and loud.

The skies above may thunder and roar,
But your spirit is fierce, forevermore,
Through the trials,...