Hadeel is nine
Hadeel is nine
No, sorry Hadeel was nine
Just this morning Hadeel was nine
And officials said
Israeli officials said that they regret her death
But terrorism must stop, rockets must stop, resistance must stop
or they will continue to bomb Gaza
Until we give up the bit of dignity we have left
Until we elect who they want, sign what they want and die die die
In silence, the way they want
You see Israeli it's absolutely, it's written in blood and bulldozers
And the art of women spokespersons
Because death is softer coming out of a woman
Death, they tell me.is more polite and elegant coming from a woman
But who
Who will tell Hadeel's mother
Busy baking bread and zaatar
That the doves will not fly over Gaza again
That the doves will not fly over Gaza again
That the doves will not fly over Gaza again
Hadeel is gone and her brother Ahmed lost his sight
Hadeel
Every prayer I remember
And half remember won't bring you back
Every prayer I look inside you to remember
Won't bring you back
As you wrap yourself in stories of Palestine
Hide under a bed waiting for the next soldier to knock down your door
To cast us out of a history we carry on our backs
Hadeel.
Who, which of you will tell Hadeel that nothing changed the day she died
Next meeting, next train
Not a pause, not a tear
Is this worth a press release?
Another Palestinian gone
Solidarity from afar like a sick joke or a bad story to tell a child
And they tell me don't cry for martyrs
Carry on the fight
But for Hadeel
Just give me one moment of silence
One moment of sincere resistance
So you can hold on to the bit of dignity you have left
For Hadeel...
Hadeel is nine
No, sorry Hadeel was nine
Just this morning Hadeel was nine
And officials said
Israeli officials said that they regret her death
But terrorism must stop, rockets must stop, resistance must stop
or they will continue to bomb Gaza
Until we give up the bit of dignity we have left
Until we elect who they want, sign what they want and die die die
In silence, the way they want
You see Israeli it's absolutely, it's written in blood and bulldozers
And the art of women spokespersons
Because death is softer coming out of a woman
Death, they tell me.is more polite and elegant coming from a woman
But who
Who will tell Hadeel's mother
Busy baking bread and zaatar
That the doves will not fly over Gaza again
That the doves will not fly over Gaza again
That the doves will not fly over Gaza again
Hadeel is gone and her brother Ahmed lost his sight
Hadeel
Every prayer I remember
And half remember won't bring you back
Every prayer I look inside you to remember
Won't bring you back
As you wrap yourself in stories of Palestine
Hide under a bed waiting for the next soldier to knock down your door
To cast us out of a history we carry on our backs
Hadeel.
Who, which of you will tell Hadeel that nothing changed the day she died
Next meeting, next train
Not a pause, not a tear
Is this worth a press release?
Another Palestinian gone
Solidarity from afar like a sick joke or a bad story to tell a child
And they tell me don't cry for martyrs
Carry on the fight
But for Hadeel
Just give me one moment of silence
One moment of sincere resistance
So you can hold on to the bit of dignity you have left
For Hadeel...
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