THE STOLEN LAND - RIMBIANA

This song is available and will always be free at https://www.rimbiana.net Explore the world of 'Lazuna Shafu'. The novel is now available for you to read and own. :: All credits go to Palestine people. :: Special thanks to my friend, Celine Noor for her assistance in creating the sign language video. :: THE STOLEN LAND The sun sets on the same horizon, a different man stands tall He holds the key to a house that never knew his call My grandmother's garden, now a patch of sterile stone The scent of jasmine, a memory I hold all alone They painted over our names on the village wall But the echoes of our laughter, they refuse to fall They stole the land beneath our feet, but not the sky above They built a wall, but not a fence around our love For the land remembers every tear, every whispered prayer The spirit of this place, it's everywhere, it's in the air From the olive branch to the city's mournful sound Our story isn't over, on this sacred, stolen land I walk the alleyways of a market that's now strange The faces are the same, but the currency has changed The baker's son, he speaks a language I don't know But his eyes hold the sorrow of a forgotten echo They broke the pots and scattered all the seeds But hope is a wild flower, growing from our needs They stole the land beneath our feet, but not the sky above They built a wall, but not a fence around our love For the land remembers every tear, every whispered prayer The spirit of this place, it's everywhere, it's in the air From the olive branch to the city's mournful sound Our story isn't over, on this sacred, stolen land غنوا معي، أغنية الأمل والألم لأجل بساتين الزيتون، وللمطر القادم لأجل حق العودة، وللحرية التي نطالب بها هذه أغنية أرضنا المسلوبة هذه أغنية أرضنا المسلوبة هذه أغنية أرضنا المسلوبة هذه أغنية أرضنا المسلوبة In every refugee camp, a new song is born A symphony of resilience, a trumpet of the morn We carry the maps in our hearts, the routes are clear Home is not a place, but a dream that is so dear So let the wind carry our song across the barren plain Let the stones whisper our names in the falling rain We are the keepers of a land they can't erase We are the soul of this time and this place. Thanks for watching. Enjoy the music! With love - Rimbiana