If Flowers Still Bloom in Beirut (August 2014 Ver)
Cyrus is a singer-songwriter from India who has been writing lyrics and music for over four decades.
Lyrics
IF FLOWERS STILL BLOOM IN BEIRUT
© Cyrus Dali Vesuvala
A chill cuts through my valley,
There’s whispers on the wind,
The air is rife with rumours:
Tonight more boys are coming in!
Silently, in pairs or single:
Some are men, some hardly boys.
Some, with money in their pockets,
All with bullets in their toys.
Too young to understand their orders,
But the children living there
Know Death comes across the borders:
Fear hangs heavy in the air…
Now, from every post and steeple:
Incendiary rhymes;
We’re just ordinary people
Living in the most extraordinary times…
You and I, we love this land,
But, through our silence there,
The celebrated Foreign Hand
Has spread terror everywhere.
A poison in the water-holes:
A poison that now starts
Poisoning our very souls
And poisoning our hearts.
Though there’s thousands at the rally,
The trees now bear no fruit
And flowers die in my valley,
With poison at the roots…
Still, we hope, despite the Jackboot
And all that blind men do,
For, if flowers still bloom in Beirut,
We may live to see them grow here, one day, too…
