In the dust of ancient lands, we stand,

Broken dreams, but we still have our hands,

The olive trees are calling out our name,

From the river to the sea, we’re not the same.

Under skies of fire and stone, we cry,

But our hearts are heavy, but we won’t die,

Through the chains of colonial hands, we fight,

With the flame of freedom burning bright.

We want to be free, to live and to dream,

No more the silence, no more the screams,

Our voices rise, across the night,

Palestine, we’ll reclaim our light.

No more oppression, no more fear,

We stand together, loud and clear,

For the day we’ll break these chains,

Palestinians, we’ll rise again.

The walls may rise, but we will not fall,

The story of our people is stronger than them all,

Through the checkpoints, through the pain,

Our spirit endures, we break every chain.

In the streets, in the fields, we sow,

A future of freedom, where justice will grow,

From every tear, from every cry,

We rise as one, we will not comply.

We want to be free, to live and to dream,

No more the silence, no more the screams,

Our voices rise, across the night,

Palestine, we’ll reclaim our light.

No more oppression, no more fear,

We stand together, loud and clear,

For the day we’ll break these chains,

Palestinians, we’ll rise again.

Oh, the stars above, they shine for the free,

And one day soon, the world will see,

The land we love, the fight we fight,

Will stand as a beacon in the night.

We want to be free, to live and to dream,

No more the silence, no more the screams,

Our voices rise, across the night,

Palestine, we’ll reclaim our light.

No more oppression, no more fear,

We stand together, loud and clear,

For the day we’ll break these chains,

Palestinians, we’ll rise again.

From the river to the sea, we’ll be free,

In the heart of our land, we will be,