Qana, O remember, Qana
smell the pure blood flowing
Do you hear it Condoleezza?
It's Qana, the heaven of heaven
Hear it clearly O devilish
soon it will ring the bells of heavens
Qana O you who filled with blackish
the one under your eyes dropped the skins
In the heights its name is written
there beside the star of Sirius
a place by your eyes cannot be seen
nor predicted by he who called Nostradamus
Yes, look to the ground and smile
what you want is what you got for now
smile and watch your back for a while
and remember the Lord knows what and how
Hold on Lebanon, just hold
the paradise surely will come
the sun was up there made
surely because after the rain, it should come
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