8th January 2006

'Ayn Jalut where David slew Goliath

This very same place that we be at

Passing through the sands of times

This land's been the victim of countless crimes

From Crusaders and Mongols to the present aggression

Then the Franks, now even a crueller oppression

If these walls could speak, imagine what would they say

For me in this path that I walk on

there's only one way

Bullets may kill, bones may break

Still I throw stones like David before me and I say

No llores, no pierdas la fe

La sed la calma el que haze

Agua de la arena

Y tu que te levantas con orgullo entre las piedras

Haz hecho mares de este polvo

Hmm, a little boy shot in the head

Just another kid sent out to get some bread

Not the first murder nor the last

Again and again a repetition of the past

Since the very first day same story

Young ones, old ones, some glory

How can it be, has the whole world turned blind?

Or is it just cause it's only affecting my kind?!

If these walls could speak,

imagine what would they say

For me in this path that I walk on

there's only one way

Bullets may kill, bones may break

Still I throw stones like David before me and I say