Football it is the great my talent


Football it is the great my talent

Sameer Dwaikat

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Football it is the great my talent

Since few years in my first ages, I played

In vast land between the olive trees

Over the natural grass, over the red soil

With the flowers, on bird sound

We were children in Palestine, strangers occupied the home land 

I lost dream the future by stray bullet

We can’t play since that, twenty five years ago

My leg still suffer

We forbidden to be in world cup

Who return the dream to me?

Who return the time?

I lost my dream because the bad behavior of the bad soldiers

They were come to occupied Palestine as illegally forces

We hit the occupation

We refused the solders

We Demand just the freedom for Palestine

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My ball is still in the garden of home

Maybe I lost the dream, but please give my sons to make good dream

That’s my second dream

The children are dreamed

In Palestine they are love the freedom as the play of ball

They hat the occupation

They feel to live nice life

It’s no cause for them to shot me by bullets internationally prohibited,

 I was boy, School boy

I will don’t remember, but give my son and the others one chance

It’s the time now to make good live

For the good boys

Who is love the football?

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كلنا على الفقير وضده

الانتقام في ميزان التخاذل

اخبروا الله