.. Shams Al-Omar.. Written by.. Ayman Al-Bakri.... شمس ☀العمر.. بقلم.. ايمن البكري
Shams Al-Omar Lyrics / Ayman Al-Bakri Shams Al-Omar is calling, “Come back again, my country, come back to dream again.” My dream and my children’s dream. My dream that I lived dreaming about and what I did to my dream. They killed it. The enemies killed it. The enemies killed it. For me to live, I have to dream. And what’s left of me is the pain. Every time I say it’s over, it will come back again and the clouds die. A son in front of his father's eyes, and a father who was a role model, before his children they broke him, and a mother crying from heartbreak, and mosques and churches they calmed down, and a girl who was a rose with all her naivety, they raped her. This is a story of years that attacked people with their weapons that assaulted children and girls and defenseless people, and the story is still going on between us, may God be with you, oh oh oh oh oh Oh Palestine, may God be with you. Oh Gaza, land of dignity and glory for your martyrs and for your pain. I am truly heartbroken. May God grant you victory over the traitors and scatter them on the Day of Judgment. I will live and see their destruction, young and old. Say with me, O Lord, Amen. Peace be upon Al-Aqsa Mosque. Oh, Jerusalem, how desolate you are. May God have mercy on our martyrs in all Muslim countries and strengthen us. Against our enemies at all times.” And when the sun of life calls, “Come back again, my country, come back and dream again.” My dream and my children’s dream. My dream that I lived to dream about. What did I do to my dream? They killed it. The enemies killed it. The enemies killed it.
Shams Al-Omar Lyrics / Ayman Al-Bakri Shams Al-Omar is calling, “Come back again, my country, come back to dream again.” My dream and my children’s dream. My dream that I lived dreaming about and what I did to my dream. They killed it. The enemies killed it. The enemies killed it. For me to live, I have to dream. And what’s left of me is the pain. Every time I say it’s over, it will come back again and the clouds die. A son in front of his father's eyes, and a father who was a role model, before his children they broke him, and a mother crying from heartbreak, and mosques and churches they calmed down, and a girl who was a rose with all her naivety, they raped her. This is a story of years that attacked people with their weapons that assaulted children and girls and defenseless people, and the story is still going on between us, may God be with you, oh oh oh oh oh Oh Palestine, may God be with you. Oh Gaza, land of dignity and glory for your martyrs and for your pain. I am truly heartbroken. May God grant you victory over the traitors and scatter them on the Day of Judgment. I will live and see their destruction, young and old. Say with me, O Lord, Amen. Peace be upon Al-Aqsa Mosque. Oh, Jerusalem, how desolate you are. May God have mercy on our martyrs in all Muslim countries and strengthen us. Against our enemies at all times.” And when the sun of life calls, “Come back again, my country, come back and dream again.” My dream and my children’s dream. My dream that I lived to dream about. What did I do to my dream? They killed it. The enemies killed it. The enemies killed it. 
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