"If I must die
let it bring hope"
If I must die
If I must die,
you must live
to tell my story
to sell my tings
to buy a piece of cloth
and som strings,
(make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze-
and bid no one farwell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself-
sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up
above
and thinks for a moment a angel is there
bringing back love
If I must die
let it bring hope
let it be a tale