In the tears that we’ve cried… “Hussain had never died”
An immortal revolution… Hussain, Hussain
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Just as the seven skies with the horizon are bound
We are bound to Hussain and with him our heads we crowned
If the skies fall toward earth then catches it, the ground
And in the beauty of the skies, Hussain’s name we found
We caught him when he fell… and there was no farewell
Not by death, by our hearts taken… Hussain, Hussain
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Artists draw beauty with beauty and beauty appears
When I draw the name of Hussain, I draw it with tears
And yet this beauty can create the greatest of fears
When a tyrant upon the legend of Hussain peers
In his calamity… Hussain blossomed beauty
A rose that leaves tyrants shaken… Hussain, Hussain
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Hussain conquers hearts, infact he conquers everything
The Heavens saw Hussain and it made Hussain its king
On a scale, nothing’s like him, bring me anything
Bring me a mountain of gold and Hussain I will bring
No-one knows of his worth… his murder shook the Earth
For him the Lord’s throne would open… Hussain, Hussain
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No-one reached immortality, but to him it bends
And Heaven must be earned but for Hussain it descends
All that rises falls, but Hussain forever ascends
Every story ends but Hussain’s tale never ends
He changed all that we know… testifies tears that flow
The sun to which we’d awaken… Hussain, Hussain
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They said there’s a flame in our hearts, no it’s not just a flame
A fire that engulfs all oppression it became
Hussain’s love is a pride and proudly with it we came
And burned tyrants to ashes with love that brought them shame
When Hussain’s flag flutters… all tyranny flutters
Evil falls when his name’s spoken… Hussain, Hussain
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Hussain bends the scale of what’s possible and fair
Only Hussain can be killed and yet bring them despair
When they die they don’t just die, Hussain burns out their air
The veins of tyrants from their necks Hussain’s hand would tear
Every tyrant fears him… his murder challenged them
In his eyes their end is written… Hussain, Hussain
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Hussain’s immortal as the tears we cry testify
Revolutions are born with each teardrop that we cry
And if any demand we stop, what do we reply
He taught us, no humiliation, we’d rather die
Revolution he taught… to us freedom he brought
And we want the world to listen… Hussain, Hussain
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We cry out a scream of pride and none could be prouder
“Hussain’s our leader, what a blessing of a leader”
He never died, they lied, he is something of wonder
Every uprising is led by the son of Haider
Hussain is immortal… and he’ll never fail,
Inmortal, his inspiration… Hussain, Hussain
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(Beirut – 13/12/13)