DANCERS ON THE GRAVES

 Dancers on the graves

We slept one day and did not dream of sleeping

We were happy one day to save our hopes

The absent conscience awoke from his sleep

Water thirsty Zakia blood

They are standing on graves as lazy

They are dancers on graves like fools

You want our sons dead

They made our sons an orphan

Dancers on the graves

Skilled dancers and musicians

They play the lead

Voices Hemt her fingers

She complained about her walls and objects

They are dancers on our bodies

They dance and dance

They are dancing our conscience

Our thoughts are dead

You and I are them

The conscience of Ada spoke long sleep

Sincere sincere and believe the traitor

Sitting on the chair of others

If we sat on it we would not walk them

Our enemies also encroach horses within the fields

They made us like dogs

Ashamed of our women without shame

They kill our children effortlessly

Towards the future of Yemen

Even compassion died from their hearts

The death of the heart died without expression

So the earth abt his campaign fearing

Murat unjust abuse

But there is a fair ruler

Our eyes do not see it, but our hearts see it

One day we will receive equal

The oppressor is accounted for and even enhanced

We are receiving a high paradise

They are throwing us hot fire

Then the slain sleeps in their comfort

The dancers on the graves do not find their places

But this is where it happens

So that Allah makes every order