Every day we die, and the steps burn and a phoenix is born
Incomplete, then we live to kill again
Oh my country, we come to you as prisoners and dead
Sarhan was a prisoner of wars, and he was a prisoner of peace
On the wall of captivity he reads the news of his revolution behind the leg of a singer and life is normal, and vegetables are smuggled from the foreheads of slaves to the orators
What is the difference between stones and martyrs?
Sarhan was the food of wars, and he was the food of peace
On the wall of captivity his body is put up for auction
And in the Arab diaspora they say: What is the difference between invaders and tyrants?
Sarhan was the victim of wars, and he was the victim of peace
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