Are There Any Men in Tunisia?
Don’t cry, my love,
There is no longer hope in Tunisia,
No more dreams in sleep,
For doubt has spread everywhere,
And the media has turned into mere films.
Don’t cry, my little one,
All promises are just empty words,
Life has become an illusion,
And the people have become like cattle,
Under the law of Islam.
Don’t cry, my beautiful one,
Your tears flow like arrows,
Tearing through ignorance and darkness,
So we may rise from beneath the rubble,
And smiles may return to the faces of the people.
