Marcel Khalife - the poem of the land 歌词

You who are heading to a wheat grain's
cradle plow my body
You who are heading to the mountain of fire
pass over my body
You who pass over my body
will not pass
I am the land in a body
you will not pass
I am the wakeful land
you will not pass
I am the land
you who pass over the wakeful land
will not pass
you won't pass
you won't pass
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