Sinākeithei to Gaza

Verse1 Smiling children chased the monsoon rain

Adults busy with duty, not with pain

Doors unlocked, no sirens in the night

Only Church bells and morning light

Chorus

Longing for the old good times, once more

Before Tehran burned, before Imphal turned

Myanmar to Gaza, Syria cried, Iraq, Afghanistan, Lebanon sighed

Let the old good times rise ,once more

Verse2 Then fire tore the sky above Litan

Smile traded for the empty room

Prayers replaced the laughter in the lane

And the silence learned to speak our pain

Repeat chorus:

Verse3 Through the smoke of guns, the burnt

House ashes

Through the terrifying eyes of children

Still a thread of song survive the fire

Sinākeithei mist will lift again

Bridge: still the wind hums the old songs low

Where paddy fields and fig trees grow

From Sinākeithei mist to Thoyee hill

May the night end, and bring back bright light.

Repeat final chorus...