Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They came with lines and maps and guns,
Drew borders beneath our olive sun.
Tore the names from our oldest stones,
But never touched what we call home.
We sang our history into the wind,
In every fig tree, every hymn.
They tried to bury us in time—
But memory is a stubborn vine.
[Chorus]
Still, we rise, through every scar,
With the scent of thyme and the sound of the oud guitar.
Our honor is not what can be torn—
It lives in the eyes of the children born.
You cannot erase what we became—
We are Palestine, still burning in name.
[Verse 2]
Jaffa’s sea still calls us home,
And Hebron’s hills still hold our bones.
The keys we keep are not just brass—
They’re promises that time can’t pass.
We build from rubble, sing through tears,
Hold the weight of a hundred years.
But even silence knows our song—
We’ve been here all along.
[Chorus]
Still, we rise, from ash and flame,
With stories that carry more than pain.
You see our grief, but miss our pride—
The strength of those who never hide.
We stand unbroken, side by side—
We are Palestine, and we’re still alive.
[Bridge]
And in the camp, the heart still beats,
In every hand that plants new seeds.
In every mother who hums to sleep,
A lullaby too proud to weep.
[Final Chorus]
Still, we rise—through dusk, through dawn,
Through decades where the world moved on.
But the land remembers every name,
And we remember just the same.
You cannot erase what we became—
We are Palestine.
We remain.