Bloody Days

Sad days, sad days of war,
Israel suffering sacred territories...
Bombing countries and children,
Israel perpetuates a war without hope;

And the Hezbollah tries against Israel to fight,
But who dies are the children here and there,
Sacred trenches, tears of emotion
When a father loads his son died in the hands.

Muslim countries against Israel,
Infinite and intermittent war...
My dream was that a child who was born there
Lived in peace and with a decent life.