1. In Beirut they say you are blessed
You sell them dust and they give you gold

2. Our sister, wait, when was it a blessing
The death of thousands so one grows rich

3. And the one who pays this price knows
He hands over with his right hand to his left

4. As if it were our homelands, what are their treasures
And wealth even worth being equaled

5. If my people were truly valiant and noble
Then for the greedy they would become graves

6. But they chose what is easy as their vessel
Led by passions, avoiding hardship

7. My sorrow is not but for one with integrity
Who rises for God in the great awakening