لما تخذل كل البرايا بتصيح يا رب لما السلم يقلب حارب ويتسكر الباب لما لا خله ينكر من الماضي ما طاب لما في غزه بننقصف بنصيح يا رب بنصيح يا رب أطفال ومن تحت الردم وش نشرح لها ما تعرف غير المحبه بس وين أهلها يا ربي من عالسما نزلنا حلها ملينا من هذا الظلم جينا ك للباب يا ربي الأرباب لاجئ على الباب كل الخلق يا خالقي باعونا بتراب كل الخلق يا خالقي باعونا بتراب وين أمة الإسلام اللي عددها مليار ما شافوا اليتامى والنساء لا تقهر والنازحين اللي عفى ودار بيثر دار برحمتك يا خالقي افتح لنا الباب يا ربي الأرباب لاجئ على الباب كل الخلق يا خالقي باعونا بتراب كل الخلق يا خالقي باعونا بتراب
When all the creatures let you down, you cry out, 'Oh Lord.' When peace turns into war and the door is closed, when no friend denies what was good in the past, when we are bombed in Gaza, we cry out, 'Oh Lord.' We cry out, 'Oh Lord.' Children, and from under the rubble, what can we explain to them? They know nothing but love, but where are their families? Oh Lord, from the heavens, send us a solution. We are tired of this injustice. We have come to the door, oh Lord of lords, a refugee at the door. All of creation, oh my Creator, has sold us for dust. All of creation, oh my Creator, has sold us for dust. Where is the nation of Islam, which numbers a billion? They did not see the orphans and the women, do not oppress them. And the displaced who have forgiven and whose homes have been destroyed, by Your mercy, oh my Creator, open the door for us, oh Lord of lords, a refugee at the door. All of creation, oh my Creator, has sold us for dust. All of creation, oh my Creator, has sold us for dust.