Oh my father! Why they deprive me from you.They had arrested
you before I kiss you, only one kiss.Even before to wipe my mother’s
tears.Oh, my occupied childhood!!I am a flower of Palestine.Number of my
identity is seventy thousand.I have not seen you since rising the
sun.Feast follows other feast.And you still standing behind iron
bars.Oh,Hey. ..you kissing your sons every morning.I want my father back,
I want my father back.