فضل شاكر Fadel Chaker - الشام فتح Alsham Fat7 - اهداء للشعب السوري العظيÙ

beloved ones. It's your turn, Farah. It's your turn, Farah. It's your turn, Farah. It's your turn, Farah. It's your turn, Farah. It's your turn, Farah. It's your turn, Farah. It's your turn, Farah. It's your turn, Farah. It's your turn, Farah. It's your turn, Farah. It's your turn, for the beloved ones. It's your turn, for the beloved ones. It's your turn, for the

beloved ones. It's your turn, for the beloved ones. We embraced

the ones who would

separate us, no sea would separate us We are your children, we came, oh our

sun We

embraced the ones who loved us The sun’s turn opened Jasmine,

roses, and wounds have become old enough to be ironed It has become good after

goodness Because you are

Syrian, God

They said that an ancient land has ended for us It will never end, but

there was a moment in it They said that an ancient land has ended for us It

never ends, but injustice is like the night,

no matter how long it lasts, our true sun will shine.

Injustice is like the night, no matter how long it lasts, our

true sun will surely

separate us. No sea will

drown us, we are your children. We came, O sun, embrace us,

no sea will

separate us. Your children have come to us, oh our Levant,

we have embraced our beloved ones. The turn of Levant has opened, jasmine,

roses, and wounds. Life has been

forming us. You have been good and gone with goodness. I sing to you, “

Sorry.”