You murder with impunity
you massacre with pride
You plunge them into darkness
To conceal your Genocide
You want their strenght to falter
So they'll scatter from their Land
But strenght is just another world
for Palestinian
Throught all this pain and anguish
They'll continue to resist
For who are you to tell them
They have no right to exist
No matter how you torment them
and butcher them like swine
You'll never take possession of
The Rocks of Palestine
you massacre with pride
You plunge them into darkness
To conceal your Genocide
You want their strenght to falter
So they'll scatter from their Land
But strenght is just another world
for Palestinian
Throught all this pain and anguish
They'll continue to resist
For who are you to tell them
They have no right to exist
No matter how you torment them
and butcher them like swine
You'll never take possession of
The Rocks of Palestine
envoyé par Dq82 - 21/11/2024 - 17:14
Langue: anglais
The Rocks Of Palestine
To be sung to the air of ‘The Rocks of Bawn’.
With special thanks to Ian Lynch.
From Dublin to São Paulo / from New York to Algiers,
we rally to their banner / and we chant on through our tears.
Their struggle is our struggle / our fates are all entwined.
And so we’ll keep on fighting / for the rocks of Palestine.
And in the streets of England / we hear our comrades sing,
but those who wear the butcher’s apron / are pulling all the strings,
The day will come when they will face / justice for the crime,
of seeding such division / on the rocks of Palestine.
And over at the Reichstag / they bellow and they stamp,
but we will take no lectures / from those that built the camps.
You’d think Olaf would have the sense / to stay north of the Rhine.
for they caused all this suffering / on the rocks of Palestine.
In Brussels they're no better / they wring their bloody hands,
and pretend that we’ve forgotten / how they enriched their lands.
Metsola and Kanko / Várhelyi and Von Der Leyen,
may all their schemes be dashed / upon the rocks of Palestine.
Then the Arabs in their kingdoms / and their castles built on sand,
with their fortunes so reliant / on the guns of uncle Sam.
Just keep those barrels rolling / and they will pay no mind,
to the children who lie crushed / under the rocks of Palestine.
On his high chair in the White House / sits genocidal Joe,
who says he wants to harvest peace / but death is all he sows.
He wears the three leaf clover / but he ain't no kin o’ mine.
No Irishman would e'er defile / the rocks of Palestine.
But in Yemen and South Africa / they heard the people’s call,
for they know what it's like / to have their backs against the wall.
They fight with sword and treaty / and they’ll always hold the line,
with a courage that's as steadfast / as the rocks of Palestine.
From his chambers in the Vatican / the pope has had his say,
and even a clock that’s broken / tells the right time twice a day.
So Francis if you’re listenin’ / would you take a sup o’ wine,
and say another prayer / for the rocks of Palestine?
For Christian, Jew or Muslim / it makes no odds to me.
Equal rights for all / from the river to the sea.
For equality is justice / and justice is divine,
and one day it will reign over / the rocks of Palestine.
From the ancient gates of Rafah / and the olives of Jenin,
to the temples of Jerusalem / of which the prophets dreamed.
With glory everlasting / and a splendour that’s sublime,
so much beauty there resides / upon the rocks of Palestine.
We’ve no quarrel with the chosen / who pray at synagogues.
Our fight’s with those that treat / their fellow human beings like dogs.
With everything you’ve suffered / how could you be so blind,
to all the blood you’ve spilled / upon the rocks of Palestine?
For you brutalise and torture / you kill without mercy,
you strip a nation and its people / of their precious dignity.
On the wounded and their healers / you rain death from the skies,
you strand the newborn babies / and abandon them to die.
You ravage and you plunder / you lay waste to their homes,
you pour fire on the innocents / and burn them to the bone.
You shoot women in the streets / bomb children in their beds,
you desecrate their bodies / and make mockery of their dead.
You murder with impunity / and massacre with pride,
you plunge them into darkness / to conceal your genocide.
You want their strength to falter / so they’ll scatter from their lands,
but strength is just another word / for Palestinian.
And through all this pain and anguish / they’ll continue to resist.
Who are you to tell them / they have no right to exist?
For no matter how you torment / and butcher them like swine,
you’ll never take possession of / the rocks of Palestine.
To be sung to the air of ‘The Rocks of Bawn’.
With special thanks to Ian Lynch.
From Dublin to São Paulo / from New York to Algiers,
we rally to their banner / and we chant on through our tears.
Their struggle is our struggle / our fates are all entwined.
And so we’ll keep on fighting / for the rocks of Palestine.
And in the streets of England / we hear our comrades sing,
but those who wear the butcher’s apron / are pulling all the strings,
The day will come when they will face / justice for the crime,
of seeding such division / on the rocks of Palestine.
And over at the Reichstag / they bellow and they stamp,
but we will take no lectures / from those that built the camps.
You’d think Olaf would have the sense / to stay north of the Rhine.
for they caused all this suffering / on the rocks of Palestine.
In Brussels they're no better / they wring their bloody hands,
and pretend that we’ve forgotten / how they enriched their lands.
Metsola and Kanko / Várhelyi and Von Der Leyen,
may all their schemes be dashed / upon the rocks of Palestine.
Then the Arabs in their kingdoms / and their castles built on sand,
with their fortunes so reliant / on the guns of uncle Sam.
Just keep those barrels rolling / and they will pay no mind,
to the children who lie crushed / under the rocks of Palestine.
On his high chair in the White House / sits genocidal Joe,
who says he wants to harvest peace / but death is all he sows.
He wears the three leaf clover / but he ain't no kin o’ mine.
No Irishman would e'er defile / the rocks of Palestine.
But in Yemen and South Africa / they heard the people’s call,
for they know what it's like / to have their backs against the wall.
They fight with sword and treaty / and they’ll always hold the line,
with a courage that's as steadfast / as the rocks of Palestine.
From his chambers in the Vatican / the pope has had his say,
and even a clock that’s broken / tells the right time twice a day.
So Francis if you’re listenin’ / would you take a sup o’ wine,
and say another prayer / for the rocks of Palestine?
For Christian, Jew or Muslim / it makes no odds to me.
Equal rights for all / from the river to the sea.
For equality is justice / and justice is divine,
and one day it will reign over / the rocks of Palestine.
From the ancient gates of Rafah / and the olives of Jenin,
to the temples of Jerusalem / of which the prophets dreamed.
With glory everlasting / and a splendour that’s sublime,
so much beauty there resides / upon the rocks of Palestine.
We’ve no quarrel with the chosen / who pray at synagogues.
Our fight’s with those that treat / their fellow human beings like dogs.
With everything you’ve suffered / how could you be so blind,
to all the blood you’ve spilled / upon the rocks of Palestine?
For you brutalise and torture / you kill without mercy,
you strip a nation and its people / of their precious dignity.
On the wounded and their healers / you rain death from the skies,
you strand the newborn babies / and abandon them to die.
You ravage and you plunder / you lay waste to their homes,
you pour fire on the innocents / and burn them to the bone.
You shoot women in the streets / bomb children in their beds,
you desecrate their bodies / and make mockery of their dead.
You murder with impunity / and massacre with pride,
you plunge them into darkness / to conceal your genocide.
You want their strength to falter / so they’ll scatter from their lands,
but strength is just another word / for Palestinian.
And through all this pain and anguish / they’ll continue to resist.
Who are you to tell them / they have no right to exist?
For no matter how you torment / and butcher them like swine,
you’ll never take possession of / the rocks of Palestine.
The complete lyrics to the song.
envoyé par Smál - 5/12/2024 - 19:28
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Tune: The Rocks of Bawn is an Irish traditional folk song, likely originating in County Galway in the early 18th century.