When all men fail you, call to God and tell him, God
When the medicine is ineffective
becomes impossible and the door is closed
When your loved ones get lost and they forget the beautiful past
When you are alone in the city of Idlib, just say, my God
What do we say to the children that we remove from the rubble?
How will we explain to them what is happening?
They only know love, but where are the owners of love?
My God, send us solutions from the heavens
We are tired of this injustice And we came to the door of God
O Lord of the Lords
Refugee on this door, o Lord of the lords
All creation, my creator, they sold us with dirt
I didn’t think that those Arabs would not save us
Those who wear on their heads the dress of pride, glory,and magnanimity, and say we are brothers and save each other
those who say such humiliation?
We saw nothing from the Arabs and did not send us a single message
Where is the nation of Islam? The number one billion
Did they not see these pure women? And their children
These migrants who migrated multiple times from home to home
Open the door of mercy to me, my God
O Lord of the Lords
Refugees at the door,
All creation, my creator, they sold us with dirt
All human beings joyfully live two thousand and twenty
We have been in tents in the rain for months and years
There was no stone left except he cried and said, Ah, what next?
I have no family I have no home All that remains is dust on soil
All loved ones gather on all holidays
We are dispersed in all countries
We also have our loved ones who are in prison and
there is no date for us to see them
when The moment of bombing under the rubble, and let us loved ones
O Lord of the Lords
Refugees at the door, Lord of the lords
All creation, my creator, they sold us with dirt
