A keresés eredménye

Your voice, My People

Your voice, my people
is a travelling song
It rests in one home
and wakes in another
 
Your voice is a melody
that never wilts
An iris that sprouts
through the rock
 
Your voice is a melody
that never wilts
An iris that sprouts
through the rock
 
Your voice is a melody
that never wilts
An iris that sprouts
through the rock
 
No matter how long
the night may last,
surely we will be spinning
threads of the sun
 
O my people, shake off
the rubble of death
Alive you are my people
Alive you are
 
O my people, shake off
the rubble of death
Alive you are my people
Alive you are
 
[Sameeh Al-Qasem]
You will not break us (on the inside)
You will not vanquish our desires
We are the final judgment
 
[Che Guevara]
The proclamation is
homeland or death
 
[Nelson Mandela]
Our primary task remains to unite our people
 
[Issa Masoudi]
We are victorious
because our will is God's will
And God's will is indomitable
 
You are alive my people,
my people, alive you are
You are alive my people,
alive you are, alive alive
 
You face the oppressor
with a raised fist
You have resisted,
resist, resist
 
You face the oppressor
with a raised fist
You have resisted,
resist, resist
 
You are alive my people,
my people, alive you are
You are alive my people,
alive you are, alive alive
 
You face the oppressor
with a raised fist
You have resisted,
resist, resist
 
You face the oppressor
with a raised fist
You have resisted,
resist, resist
 
You are alive my people,
my people, alive you are
You are alive my people,
alive you are, alive alive
 
You face the oppressor
with a raised fist
You have resisted,
resist, resist
 
You face the oppressor
with a raised fist
You have resisted,
resist, resist
 
You are alive my people
You are alive my people
You are alive my people