على الحجار .. كل الجروح ليها دوا ( نسخة كاملة )

“Every wound has its remedy, O bird soaring through the skies. Fold your wings over your pain, Smile… and come, let us fly together. I will never trade truth for lies, Nor call a gentle lamb a wolf, Nor call a wolf my dearest friend. And no matter how rare truth becomes in times of hardship, I will not be shaken. Sometimes, silent pain speaks more honestly than words. And no matter how many times I fall, I will rise again — For this is a matter of principle. Every wound has its remedy, O bird soaring through the skies. Fold your wings over your pain, Smile… and come, let us fly together. They deny the truth while believing lies. O long dark night, dawn will eventually break through. Truth is a light within our eyes, no matter how narrow the world becomes. O heart, stay faithful to your promise — truth is your nature. For the one who bends before the storm Will one day stand tall again. And no matter how many times I fall, I will rise again — For this is a matter of principle. Every wound has its remedy, O bird soaring through the skies. Fold your wings over your pain, Smile… and come, let us fly together.”