O Palestinian, the gunman threw you out
With Zionism your doves were murdered in your arms
O Palestinian, I want travel to your land
With fire in my hands, and my hands in your hands
Against the serpent. And death to the ways of Hulagu!

O Palestinian, you have been away from your homeland for too long
And in the deserts, you are the refugees and victims
The land misses its peasants and its streams of water
Revolution is your end, and victory is the first step!

O Palestinian the revolution is certain
With rifles we will force a new life
No matter how long the road maybe
Rapid footsteps will heal you

O Palestinian, Vietnam is your good luck charm
Victorious she rose from a hundred thousand incursions
The candle is lit and the whole situation was lost
They went back confused, may this happen to you too!!