She works in the West Beirut
She works in the hospital
She lives in the East Beirut
She lives in the capital
Every day she crosses twice
The Green Line she crosses twice
Every day , everyday
On a normal day of war, of war, of war
Nothing is unavoidable
Everything is possible, possible, possible
They started bombing again
Bodies falling down
She just finished her work
Going back home in dawn
On a normal day of war, of war, of war
Nothing is unavoidable
Everything is possible, possible, possible
She had to run
To find a refuge to hide, to hide
She had to run
To find a roof to cry, to cry
She had to run
Over dead bodies on the floor
With fruit and vegetable bags in her hands
Six months fetus in her womb
Fruits and vegetables
Rarity in war (x3)
Absurdity of war (x3)
Irony of life (x3)
Militias in the streets
She works in the hospital
She lives in the East Beirut
She lives in the capital
Every day she crosses twice
The Green Line she crosses twice
Every day , everyday
On a normal day of war, of war, of war
Nothing is unavoidable
Everything is possible, possible, possible
They started bombing again
Bodies falling down
She just finished her work
Going back home in dawn
On a normal day of war, of war, of war
Nothing is unavoidable
Everything is possible, possible, possible
She had to run
To find a refuge to hide, to hide
She had to run
To find a roof to cry, to cry
She had to run
Over dead bodies on the floor
With fruit and vegetable bags in her hands
Six months fetus in her womb
Fruits and vegetables
Rarity in war (x3)
Absurdity of war (x3)
Irony of life (x3)
Militias in the streets
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