English

Let everything be silent,

All in all,

Everything,

The birds’ chirrup,

The lovers from exchange kisses,

Hymns and prayers,

Hurly-burly

for the children

Songs of the people,

Beat of the drums for the wedding

The dancing in the disco,

The cars in the streets

The talk

Let them be silent,

All in all,

Till we hear,

Terrorism steps,

Out from the town.

This exile,

Resembles my homeland,

In goodness and feeling

But the difference is

My homeland has become full of soldiers and bombs,

And this exile has become full of angels and kisses.

Between all the skies,

The sky in my country,

Is Crowded with stars,

Do you know, why?

Because of the abundance of martyrs in my

country!