If I must die, you must live to tell my story.

To sell my things to buy a piece of cloth and some strings. Make it white with a long tail.

So that a child somewhere in Gaza,

while looking heaven in the eye,

awaiting his dad who left in a blaze and bid no one farewell.

Not even to his flesh, not even to himself.

Seize the kite, my kite you made, flying up above,

and thinks for a moment an angel is there bringing back love.

If I must die, let it bring hope. Let it be a tale.

If I must die, you must die, if I must die, you must live to tell my story, to sell my things to buy a piece of cloth and some strings.

Make it white with a long tail. Make it white with a long tail

Make it white with a long tail

So that a child

Somewhere in Gaza

Where you look in heaven and the high

Are waiting his dad who left in a blaze

Awaiting his dad who left in a blaze

Awaiting his dad who left in a blaze

And made no one farewell

not even to his flesh

not even to himself

seize the kite

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