إلي والك السما [Eli W Elak El Sama] [English translation]

Wherever you step

in a field full of roses

Tomorrow the blood of the martyrs turns

into illuminated lilies

Oh master of power, master of power

We are the weak on the land

We refuse force

Neither you nor anyone

knows what the coming days have in store

The sky is yours and mine

Space is yours and mine

This gaudy blue

This lilac cloud

they belong to everyone

to the weak, to the miserable

to the poor who are hurt every night

The sky is yours and mine

Space is yours and mine

This gaudy blue

This lilac cloud...

Oh, master of power, go

Leave us so we can dream of freedom

I wonder if you ever ask yourself

where the butterfly will die

And you've taken a soldier from his home

Just so he would fall over while marching

Oh, murky face

Oh, you murky face

I would give away the treasures of the world

For the sake of a little child

Tomorrow your flying won't be even worth

the wings on a butterfly

The sky is yours and mine

Space is yours and mine

This gaudy blue

This lilac cloud

they belong to everyone

to the weak, to the miserable

to the poor who are hurt every night