"Sanarjiou", Fairouz

We shall return to our village one day
And drown in the warmth of hope
We shall return no matter how much time goes by
And no matter how much distances grow between us

So, oh heart, slow down and do not drop exhausted
On the road of our return
It saddens us that tomorrow the birds will return
While we are still here

Over there, by the hills, there are hills
That sleep and wake up to our pledge
And people who love,
Their days being a calmness of waiting and sad singing
Meadows with willows as far as the eye can see,
Bending over every water stream
While afternoons drink in their shade
The perfume of calmness and the clarity of bliss

We shall return, the nightingale told me when we met on a hill
Those nightingales are still there living in our songs
And there is still among the yearning hills and people a place for us
So, oh heart, how distant winds scattered us...
Come on, we shall return, let's go.