The people of Qatanna sing a song about their village, which translates as follows:
A valley where the birds recite a song,
For whose magic the passionate yearn,
And whose notes resemble Paradise,
Dappled shade, fresh fruits, running water,
Wadi Qatanna still glistens incandescently,
This pure earth enriched with the free-born,
You still fly the revolutionary banner,
Calling the revolutionaries to take refuge.
![](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/64d2b9_bb75ff5b86b14e91ab70c2b333d1a51f~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_147,h_98,al_c,q_80,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,blur_2,enc_auto/64d2b9_bb75ff5b86b14e91ab70c2b333d1a51f~mv2.jpg)