Forgotten by us, but It is in our hearts and In our minds For ever and ever... It is that pretty city that Suffers from those ugly butchers Who are still waiting on its gates With their sharp knives just To kill it... It is alone in its ordeal and We are just on-lookers... No one cares about it As the way with us... It is the heroic Falluja in its Gloomy fate... Whoever saves the pretty city From its ugly ordeal, then He will be the real hero For ever and ever... Long live the pretty city of Fallujah! Down with those ugly butchers who are Waiting to kill it! ______________________________________________________________________
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