Send me the warm winds,
Beyond the barbed wires.
Let it be mine, in the lover's eyes.
The blue of raindrops...
Imprison the steppes into the green,
So that my love can grow.
Sing me a song
And let it reach to my tomorrows.
Make the barbed wires be my midwife
So that they can deliver my craving.
Don't let the children cry,
Don't let them bleed.
Don't let them cry.
I've had my promise:
Kill me on the streets of Beirut.
Every morning, at 5 o'clock,
Kill me.
I've had my promise:
Save me on the streets of Beirut.