No sleep no rest or compromise.
In Tripoli the rebel taste freedom,
We worship Allah, no serfdom.
The dictators disappear one after another,
Free your tongue, no-one can bother
Mokhtar! you are faithful father.
You are immortal in history,
Your grandsons are for custody,
The perfumes of rebels penetrate,
The anger of the volcano, we estimate
The hand of oppression has been smashed
The face of revenge has been washed.
The era of injustice vanishes,
Bleeding of blood finishes
My lung need liberty to breathe,
Forgiveness is to live in peace.
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