O those who pass between fleeting words

Carry your names, and be gone

Rid our time of your hours, and be gone

Steal what you will from the blueness of the sea and the sand of memory

Take what pictures you will, so that you understand

That which you never will:

How a stone from our land builds the ceiling of our sky.

O those who pass between fleeting words

From you the sword - from us the blood, From you steel and fire .. from us

our flesh From you yet another tank -- from us stones,

From you tear gas .. from us rain

Above us, as above you, are sky and air

So take your share of our blood -- and be gone

Go to a dancing party -- and be gone

As for us, we have to water the martyrs› flowers

As for us, we have to live as we will.

O those who pass between fleeting words

Pile your illusions in a deserted pit, and be gone

Return the hand of time to the law of the golden calf

Or to the time of the revolver›s music!

For we have that which does not please you here, so be gone

And we have what you lack: a bleeding homeland of a bleeding people

A homeland fit for oblivion or memory

O those who pass between fleeting words

It is time for you to be gone

Live wherever you like, but do not live among us

It is time for you to be gone

Die wherever you like, but do not die among us

For we have work to do in our land

We have the past here, we have the first cry of life

We have the present, the present and the future

We have this world here, and the hereafter

So leave our country, our land, our sea, our wheat, our salt, our wounds

Everything, and leave the memories of memory

O those who pass between fleeting words!