Deysa

Postage Allah is the greatest, this is our brother Niskel This is the child of the small Don't be a Jew, my friend My Lord, he is free in Palestine My Lord, he is a believer He is dead by the hand of the dog And we are in our country, not in the city See them fighting and fighting See them fighting, O Lord, he is free There are many ways There is need There is food for them in the field I am Niskel, I am the one who is on the throne There is no god but Allah is the most merciful Allah is the greatest You are waiting for him in your mouth He is alive, O Kouthim I am in Palestine, in the battle of war And when you are on the street There is no god but Allah The cart is big, the weapon is big There is no god but Allah My Lord, he is free in Palestine He is dead by the hand of the dog And brothers, they are beaten by the sheep You are the one who is on the throne He is dead by the hand of the dog He is the one who is the believer in the dead The Israel is the ruler of the world There are people who are in the army There are women who are punished Why? Where are you? Come on, my Lord I am in the battle of war for the day of Saktim My Lord, he is free in Palestine He is free in the battle of war And you will not let them be in the army Take what they fight and all the evil Take what they kill and not find it There is no god but Allah He is the one who is the most merciful Allah is the most merciful Every day, he walks in the field There is nothing Why are you all the same? My Lord, he is in the battlefield My Lord, he will be saved in the day of Saktim Every day, he walks in the field There is nothing