Racha from Aleppo

It's a long time for the lady upstairs, you know?

In Allepo where Racha lived

fell the bombs, the noises and the tombstones.

Nobody hears no sound.

First they have come, then arrived.

We see the war in their eyes.

Nobody hears no sound.

Racha's place is upstairs.

Her flat is like a shelter.

She's scared by the policeman

who's standing all around the blocks.

If one day that man speaks to me

I answer I don't see anything.

Nobody hears no sound.