Birds die in Galilee - Mahmoud Darwish

I have a song in mind, sister, about my country, sleep to write it.. I saw your body being carried on a zebrafish and it was emitting colors, so I said to them: my body is there, spoiling the country square. We were young, and the trees were tall and you were more beautiful than my mother and my country... Where did they come from? And the vineyard of almonds will surround my family and yours with thorns and liver! Number of pages: 56