The middle of the night in the village
Lighting another cigarette before the arrest
I'm on guard
And a muezzin sings from Ramallah
Between people in black
I go over another difficult to pass fence
I'm between al-Khader and Beit Jala
It's the middle of the night
And maybe it's already late
You've not called
So maybe I'll come tomorrow
Look at the clouds
They've colored themselves grey
Because of our situation
The middle of the night in the village
A moon shines for me on the time which has passed
In the alleys a soldier there is praying
Smell of fires
And it's again difficult to see
That always accompanies us
A screen of fog 1
It's the middle of the night...
A moment before I break
The morning shines and the night has passed
I return and he still sings there from above
1. I know it sounds a bit weird in English but I wanted to keep the order of the lines.