The memory of Gaza

 I will carry with me

The images of your dance

Your white salty beach

Your hazy sunsets

The drawing of your keffiyeh

And the stern olive trees

I'll breathe the dry air

The desertic heat

And I will smell the bread

And the freshness of watermelons

I will take with me 

Wherever I go

The name of my friend 

Muhammad 

Speaking Arab 

A long time ago 

And as the wind changes 

And the dust settles 

I will be the same man

That once saw you rise again