We have fought for many decades
You show me the barrel of your gun
I throw at you, rock
You have killed me many times
I have murdered you few times
We have hated each other
under the burning sun of this arid land
You offered me peace
Not enough to live with
With your iron feast
Hidden in velvet gloves
I offered you peace
Wrapped in olive leaves
Hidden in it a dagger
One day, new generation
Will arise, hateful of you and me
to partition this cursed sacred land
and let all live in peace
