They put up road-blocks
they dimmed all the signs
they planted cannons
they mined the squares
where are you love
after you we became
the love that screams
we became the distances.
For the happy days we longed
the days of staying up on the road
the long walks
the rendezvous at the old restaurant.
O love of Beirut
O love of days
They will come back Beirut
the days will come back.
It is the second summer
the moon is broken
is it true you may forget me
my defeated love
I went back to my house
my house I didn't find
only smoke and twisted beams
no rose and no fence.
