Enfant du destin Daoud [English translation]

The bus takes me to the city of Hebron

Old city to the minority Hebrews

Glass blower for my Uncle's compte

My name is Daoud, an arab with a sad/dark look

I was born in this kind of nest, very close to the West Bank's Jewish area

I never go out at night

Not out of fear of the dark, but because of a curfew I am forced to follow

My deceased brother died last year

Officially, for failing to leave

He wanted to make my 16th (birthday) exceptional

It was without counting Tsahal (IDF) and their overzealous/excessive force,

The border force in charge of his control

He believed it was crazy to open the cell with a commando knife

Those which contained the traditional keffieh

and which would have been a brotherly gift this evening

The cake, vandalised by leather gloves, by a soldier who only had the intention to harm

A vexation to which my brother replicated with insults and threats in the Arabic and Hebrew languages

"With what right to do you believe you can make me ruin the party, I'll make you my goat if i had the right to a trigger

Take your dirty hands off that scarf immediately"

Blinded by anger, a punch misses him,

That was all it took for the canon to spit fire

A triple M16 shot in the chest, which cracks the best

These were my brother's last words

and their meaning was directed in my favour

So today on the anniversary

I am prepared to return the favour to the enemy

Who removed from me my elder company,my beloved

took a large part of my pained soul

They will credit me with political intentions

The world's media will say that I am a fanatic believer

That I acted, programmed by a terrorist party

and that I also buried here all hope of possible peace

I had millions of reasons to strap my chest

That which my people endured in a death sanctuary

The blockades, contempt, bombshells, occult white phosphorous, shovings,

The United Nations who pretend

Forbidden to access certain jobs / professions

And on your ID card, they enforce your confession

So that's it, the only democracy in the Middle East

Acting on impunity, without being blamed for anything

But my vengeance is only personal

When we arrive near the checkpoints and the criminals

in the bus, 10 people at most

A foreign child who has just come up seems lost

His eyes fix on me with urgency

I have a funny feeling he is searching for assistance

but my thumb has already hit the red button

It is here that David and Daoud meet

Daoud explodes,

David is dead and his parents want to avenge him

Child of Destiny, Child of War

Free Palestine