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(Verse 1) When Palestine was born up north in Jordan’s land, We told our kids the words that grandma said by hand: “You won’t need helmets, guns or boots to fight, Just simple hope, no fear, no fire in the night.”
(Verse 2) And Trump came down with a dove and olive leaf, The state stretched wide — from Bashan down to southern reef. It’s yours, and mine, and something in between, I don’t hate you, brother — just chasing one big dream.
(Refrain) And Bardugo’s on the radio, yelling ’bout the heat, But no more sirens, rockets, or retreat. There’s no more war, no fear, no bloody tolls — Just silence, sweet silence in the land of souls.
(Verse 3) Yarden and Noa waiting by the desert road, Checkpoint gone, just a stop where stories are told. They head to Hebron, to the fathers’ holy place, No soldiers near, just mom’s cookies and a smiling face.
(Verse 4) A Druze man stops his dusty old red van, He’s tired, but he grins — a peaceful kind of man. “Came from the festival,” he says with glowing eyes, “Now heading north, my mother waits beneath the skies.”
(Refrain) And Bardugo’s on the radio, yelling ’bout the heat, But no more sirens, rockets, or retreat. There’s no more war, no fear, no bloody tolls — Just silence, sweet silence in the land of souls.
(Verse 5) At the bus stop, Irish once angry at our name, Drink beer with soldiers, and say, “You’re not the same.” The kids don’t know what a red alert means, They build and write and draw in Hebrew dreams.
(Outro) If you ask me how the whole thing met its close, No parades, no medals, no peace prize rose. Just a leader who whispered, with no torch to hold: “It’ll be good… yeah, we’ll find an end that’s bold.”
(Verse 1) When Palestine was born up north in Jordan’s land, We told our kids the words that grandma said by hand: “You won’t need helmets, guns or boots to fight, Just simple hope, no fear, no fire in the night.”
(Verse 2) And Trump came down with a dove and olive leaf, The state stretched wide — from Bashan down to southern reef. It’s yours, and mine, and something in between, I don’t hate you, brother — just chasing one big dream.
(Refrain) And Bardugo’s on the radio, yelling ’bout the heat, But no more sirens, rockets, or retreat. There’s no more war, no fear, no bloody tolls — Just silence, sweet silence in the land of souls.
(Verse 3) Yarden and Noa waiting by the desert road, Checkpoint gone, just a stop where stories are told. They head to Hebron, to the fathers’ holy place, No soldiers near, just mom’s cookies and a smiling face.
(Verse 4) A Druze man stops his dusty old red van, He’s tired, but he grins — a peaceful kind of man. “Came from the festival,” he says with glowing eyes, “Now heading north, my mother waits beneath the skies.”
(Refrain) And Bardugo’s on the radio, yelling ’bout the heat, But no more sirens, rockets, or retreat. There’s no more war, no fear, no bloody tolls — Just silence, sweet silence in the land of souls.
(Verse 5) At the bus stop, Irish once angry at our name, Drink beer with soldiers, and say, “You’re not the same.” The kids don’t know what a red alert means, They build and write and draw in Hebrew dreams.
(Outro) If you ask me how the whole thing met its close, No parades, no medals, no peace prize rose. Just a leader who whispered, with no torch to hold: “It’ll be good… yeah, we’ll find an end that’s bold.”
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