(Verse 1) When Palestine was born up north in Jordan’s land, We told our kids the words that grandma said by hand: “You won’t need helmets, guns or boots to fight, Just simple hope, no fear, no fire in the night.” --- (Verse 2) And Trump came down with a dove and olive leaf, The state stretched wide — from Bashan down to southern reef. It’s yours, and mine, and something in between, I don’t hate you, brother — just chasing one big dream. --- (Refrain) And Bardugo’s on the radio, yelling ’bout the heat, But no more sirens, rockets, or retreat. There’s no more war, no fear, no bloody tolls — Just silence, sweet silence in the land of souls. --- (Verse 3) Yehudit and Yarden waiting by the desert road, Checkpoint gone, just a stop where stories are told. They head to Hebron, to the fathers’ holy place, No soldiers near, just mom’s cookies and a smiling face. --- (Verse 4) A Druze man stops his dusty old red van, He’s tired, but he grins — a peaceful kind of man. “Came from the festival,” he says with glowing eyes, “Now heading north, my mother waits beneath the skies.” --- (Refrain) And Bardugo’s on the radio, yelling ’bout the heat, But no more sirens, rockets, or retreat. There’s no more war, no fear, no bloody tolls — Just silence, sweet silence in the land of souls. --- (Verse 5) At the bus stop, Irish once angry at our name, Drink beer with soldiers, and say, “You’re not the same.” The kids don’t know what a red alert means, They build and write and draw in Hebrew dreams. --- (Outro) If you ask me how the whole thing met its close, No parades, no medals, no peace prize rose. Just a leader who whispered, with no torch to hold: “It’ll be good… yeah, we’ll find an end that’s bold.”