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ОглавлениеANOTHER MARTYR RISES
Another martyr rises | Four or five months later there will be |
From last night’s mortar shelling of Qabon. | no friends for me, |
Another friend who will not answer his phone, | If I am still alive. |
Another friend who will not answer my messages, | |
Another friend missing from the card games, | And another martyr rises. |
Fewer friends to watch a football match with, | |
Fewer friends to invite to your wedding, | It’s only the body that passes, |
Fewer friends to fight with, | The spirit has not left, |
And more friends to miss. | The spirit has risen. |
They will remain in our hearts, | |
And another martyr rises. | And I’ll keep their numbers in my phone. |
I will call from time to time, | |
Someone who promised he will buy your | To hear their voice on the answering machine, |
marriage suit. | And to leave a message, |
Who is going to buy it now? | That I miss them all. |
For sure not him. | Calling them one by one. |
He is six feet under, | I’ll call soon to tell them we freed our country. |
Wearing a white suit. | I’ll call them all. |
Damn him. | |
He lied. | And another martyr rises. |
He broke his promise, | |
And he broke my heart. | This is not a good story, |
But it is a true story, | |
And another martyr rises. | With true people. |
Once, they had a name, | |
More friends to remember: the last time you | And now, |
spoke, | They all have the same title, |
More friends to remember: the last cigarette you shared, | Martyr. |
More friends to remember: the last laugh you enjoyed. | And another martyr rises. |
– Omar Alkhani, Syrian Revolution Coordinators’ Union Secretary General