Rubbles of a memory

High upon the rubbles, a country shall reign A generation to continue the lost struggles And they shall fight, a fight to exist And that fight shall be to rein and not be obliterated. Palestinians for the land of Palestine. High from the mountains, down to the valleys Far from the river, near to the sea A country, A promise, A race Thousands shall perish for the dream Millions shall live for the dream That's the seed of the great Olive. To live or not to leave When shall it be, when, when, and I ask when? When all these is over, there shall be a Palestine Even when all is bombarded, there shall reman a race When Zion walks away in shame of victory.. But as Zion reigns, Palestine shall never bow or crumble in a stone age So shall it stands still as rubbles of a memory.