Al-Zaatari

What will happen if the cold kept being so strong, with falling snow?

Tell me dad…

Dearest daughter, the cold will freeze you, and take your soul

And the falling snow will make it fly.

For all your friends have flown before

And their homes were torn down to the ground

So it’s your turn to fly and burn; 

And therefore later will be mine.

But dad remember, what you said two years ago, when I was five

That a human being can never fly, nor can she make it to the sky!

Oh sweetie, I remember very well…

When you were young two years ago

When you were five, your brain was small, and time was slow

But now you’ve lived in streets and tents

And seen the blood upon the snow

You’ve seen your mother without a head

And seen your brother without a hand

Your biggest dream has become to find a piece of bread

And to make from people’s trash and junk, a cozy bed!

Two years ago, I told you things that aren’t true

I taught you lies, to make you smile

To make you have an easy life

I said we’re humans; we help each other when things go bad

I said that god won’t leave the poor

I thought that god will always be on the miserables’ side

But I was wrong, and now you’re old

I am hoping that you’ll understand!

My babygirl, I’ve lived so long, you’ve lived too short

But your last two years felt like they were a thousand more

They made you look so much older than before

Now your eyes are bloody red

And your face is whiter than the snow

And in a few, you will be gone

Maybe you’ll see your lovely mom, but maybe not

And when you leave, my life will cease

And after that I’ll make a river from my tears

For life has taken all my dears…

Dearest dad, I only have some words to say

Before I breathe my final breath, and angels take me far away

I love you dad as much as I hate to see you sad

I love you dad, so sing me one last lullaby

About the soul and when it flies, it becomes a phoenix in the sky

And how it lightens a lovely path for all the kids around the world

And how it then becomes a star

Sing me that, and hold my hand

I lived enough to see your love, but now it’s time for my goodbye

It pains me much that what we were has broken down;

It tears me down at the very end to see you cry

I lived and loved and I was loved
I lived and loved and I was loved
I lived and loved, but now it’s time. . .