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.
