In the desert my sister wept for the little girls
In the desert my sister wept
Sister don’t cry because you miss your little girls
Sister I want to go with you to see the little girls
Sister I want to go with you to the East
Sister I want to go with you to the East
The sands are stained with red
The sands are stained with red
You are in the desert my sister
The mothers from Syria weep with you
The mothers from Syria want you to return to their embrace
The mothers from Syria will always weep with you
Their little girls are never happy
Your little girls are never happy