​Soft piano music needled into veins,

Blackening lungs with smokes from shelling,

Souls shivering whenever the sounds haunt

Like lurking shadows of soldiers behind,

The same sinister fingers massacre more memories

Beyond salvation, leaving behind a grazed haven

And here the young clowns come,

Where their upbeat tempos try to wash clean

The scarred psyche of children.

Arabic lyrics Awaken their pure joy buried in cracked rubble,

While letting pulses flow freely in dancing,

even if Comfort may be crushed,

but it can be created again.