Take me back, oh God, to my country, a nightingale
Take me back to my country, a nightingale
The nightingale on the wind of a cloud
In the light of a star
Return me a lily that flutters on the bosom
Of a spring on a hill
Singing sunrise, singing spring
Melting in my warmth, the frost
The frost of my country
Sad spring singing to the birds
Oh, I'm not a dreamer, oh God
Take me back to my country
Take me back to Palestine
Take me back to my country
Take me back
Oh, I'm not a dreamer
Oh God, oh, take me back
Oh, I'm not a dreamer, oh God
Take me back to my country
Take me back to Palestinе
Take me back to my country
Take mе back
Take me back to my country, a nightingale
The nightingale on the wind of a cloud
In the light of a star
Return me a lily that flutters on the bosom
Of a spring on a hill
Singing sunrise, singing spring
Melting in my warmth, the frost
The frost of my country
Sad spring singing to the birds
Oh, I'm not a dreamer, oh God
Take me back to my country
Take me back to Palestine
Take me back to my country
Take me back
Oh, I'm not a dreamer
Oh God, oh, take me back
Oh, I'm not a dreamer, oh God
Take me back to my country
Take me back to Palestinе
Take me back to my country
Take mе back
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