Beirut

When you walk down the streets Don't you hear the bombs, sweet Smelling lavenders doesn't change anything Human rights, is that a lie When you walk down the streets Don't you hear the baby is crying Maybe he could save the world Maybe he would want to be a football player, player There is a place called Beirut There is a band took its name from Beirut It's the song of old times that lovers repeat It's the slow loyalty of Lebanon Beirut It's the place invasions never end It's the place the bombings never end And after these all things, how can we talk about human rights Tweeting isn't counting as survive Okay, you said we're going to liberalize the Iraq But somehow you did miss the futures who's living there But at the same time, why did you steal people's eternity Don't you have mercy Yeah, yeah Macron, you're still laughing What would you react if this happened in Paris Could you endure forced resignations It wouldn't be easy to flew to another country By being not killed Yeah, yeah, yeah Trump, I guess you can control the American economy very well But it doesn't make any sense Threating people with religion isn't a good solution Ok, you're true It did work But it didn't last forever As you know You're not going too