Nobody commits suicide
From above the Rock of Suicide
Simply because it is the symbol of life
Over there,
All Latakians go there just
To enjoy seeing the pretty sea and
To be there for ever and ever,
Nobody thinks about committing suicide
Wherever this hard rock is there,
Life is very precious and even
Dear to all Latakian people,
Globally everyone knows the pretty rock and
Even the brand name of The Rock of Suicide,
The pretty sun hugs this pretty rock
When it rises in the east every morning,
The pretty moon sees this pretty rock
Wherever a lot of people keep staying up
In those pretty nights near the sea,
All wild flowers keep their roots fixed
Inside the deep pits of the lovely rock,
Those who know the pretty rock
Can easily distinguish it from the other rocks,
The lovely rock keeps hugging the pretty sea
By day and by night wonderfully and endlessly.
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