"But let no one
no one I say
let no one weep!

Not a tear
from the secret lands
of our pain
not a tear!

Because standing
standing are the dead
Let no one weep!

Standing
by the well
and at the roots of bread
Let no one weep!

Standing
among the stubborn seasons
of their labor
Let no one weep!

Standing
with shoes on
and with rifles
Let no one weep!

Standing
from the barricades
speaking to the stars
Let no one weep!

Standing
with fixed eyes
on the rivers of Palestine
Let no one weep!

Standing
charting immense roads
towards the return
Let no one weep!

Standing
with gifts of hope
for the children of the future
Let no one weep!

Standing
Ahmed
Fathma
Ibrahi m
standing
Mervath
Abeth
Leila
stan ding
Youssef the grandfather
and little Fadh
who was three years old
standing
each of the thirty thousand
of Tall el Zaatar
and let no one
no one I say
let no one weep!

Not a tear!

Because you see?

They have driven them out
from their land
and from their dream
they have scattered them
they have imprisoned them
in camps
they have given them a number
calling them refugees
they have sold them
in all the markets
and when they took up the rifle
“Bandits!” they shouted
and they killed them
tortured them
massacred them
divided them
and they told them
“You will have no homeland!”
and they standing
with their stature
inhabit the world."

Gaetano Liguori, Giulio Stocchi e Demetrio Stratos - La Cantata Rossa