Beirut

When you walk down the streets
Don't you hear the bombs, sweet?
Smelling lavenders doesn't change anything
Human rights, is that a lie?

When you walk down the streets
Don't you hear the baby is crying?
Maybe he could save the world
Maybe he would want to be a football player, player

There is a place called Beirut
There is a band took its name from Beirut
It's the song of old times that lovers repeat
It's the slow loyalty of Lebanon
Beirut

It's the place invasions never end
It's the place the bombings never end
And after these all things, how can we talk about human rights
Tweeting isn't counting as survive

Okay, you said we're going to liberalize the Iraq
But somehow you did miss the futures who's living there
But at the same time, why did you steal people's eternity
Don't you have mercy

Yeah, yeah
Macron, you're still laughing
What would you react if this happened in Paris?
Could you endure forced resignations?
It wouldn't be easy to flew to another country
By being not killed

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Trump, I guess you can control the American economy very well
But it doesn't make any sense
Threating people with religion isn't a good solution

Ok, you're true
It did work
But it didn't last forever
As you know
You're not going too