Qatanna

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.

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