I have no place,
and I have no country,
nor do I have a homeland.
With my fingers I create fire
and I sing to you with my heart,
my heart strings cry:
I was born in Palestine,
I was born in Palestine.
I have no place,
and I have no country,
nor do I have a homeland.
I have no place
There is no time for me1
And I have no homeland
I make flames with my hands
and crystals with my heart
I play a wounded tune for you
Born in Palestine
Born in Palestine
I have no place
There is no time for me1
And I have no homeland
Born in Palestine
Born in Palestine
My history will never be erased
My history can't be forsaken.
1. a. b. As in ''I don't fit in these times we live in."