This is the lyrics of the song: “I Will Tell a Story, My Brothers "
I want to tell a story, my brothers,
God is One, He has no second.
It is the story of a woman,
Who lived long ago in ancient times.
It begins with once upon a time,
She had four young sons:
Mohammad, Ahmad, Ghassan,
And the youngest was named Adnan.
When the boys grew up,
They witnessed the betrayal of the wicked.
They asked their mother,
“Why don’t we have an orchard?”
“And where is our father, mother?
You told us he would return.
Why do we live in a tent,
Unlike all the neighbors?”
Their mother said, “My sons,
Once we had the most beautiful orchard.
Your father tilled it with his own hands,
Planting grapes and pomegranates.
Everything was shade and water,
All greenery and peace.
Beside it we had an orchard,
With sour and sweet fruits.
In that orchard was a deep well,
Your father dug it for the thirsty.
Across from it was a long road,
Leading straight down to Beisan.
Along its sides were flowers,
Roses, jasmine, and daisies.
And nearby we had a house,
Facing a square and an open field.
In the square was a place for horses,
For your father, the chief of horsemen.
We spent our nights there,
With the moon staying awake above us.
We talked late into the night,
While the world was full of safety.
And you were still little boys,
Running down to the orchard.
You picked fruits from the trees,
And played among the branches.
Time passed, my beloved ones,
The grapes and pomegranates grew.
But the oppressor, my sons,
Is treacherous and knows no safety.
The enemies attacked us,
Descending even upon women.
Your father fell, my sons,
While defending the orchard.
Some were martyred,
And all the people were wounded.
Today you have grown, my sons,
You have become brave men.
Palestine is calling you,
Calling all the knights.
She cries out, “My sons,
Free me from aggression.”
Ahmad and Ghassan went first,
Followed by Mohammad and Adnan.
They went down to Palestine,
Carrying the cannon and the Qur’an.
At the edge of the orchard,
The moon was casting its light.
They were martyred in the airstrike,
Before they could see the orchard again.
At the door of the tent she stood,
The mother of heroes, Umm Ahmad.
She said, “Oh Lord, all praise to You,
I praise none but You.
My husband and sons are a sacrifice
For Palestine, the land of faith.
I will cry and I will mourn,
Yet, my Lord, I am joyful.
For what we gave was for the homeland,
And to God we return.”
This is the link to watch the song :
https://youtube.com/shorts/Ukk6345Fve0?feature=share