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They called me a Southerner
My voice is Lebanese
My heart is pure, distributing joy
Gifts for the displaced children
And settled in the homes of the wealthy
-2-
Southerner...
From the daughters of the people
Who overcame the madness of war
I swear to you,
O sun of the poor
Let my country blossom like a moon:
Love, goodness, and tenderness
-3-
I dedicated my life to my country
Which is longing for the arrival
Of the feasts days
O my beloved feasts and hope
Shine, shine,
Illuminate the nights of my mountain
Perhaps the evening will be sweet
-4-
My heart is small,
It cannot contain
To hide cities and villages
Planted in your gardens,
O, my country
And protected by eternal glory
And by divine might
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