She dreams of nineteen sixty-nine

Before the soldiers came

The life was cheap on bread and wine

And sharing meant no shame

She is awakened by the screams

Of rockets flying from nearby

And scared she clings onto her dreams

To beat the fear that she might die

And who will have won

When the soldiers have gone

From the lebanon

The lebanon

Before he leaves the camp he stops

He scans the world outside

And where there used to be some shops

Is where the snipers sometimes hide

He left his home the week before

He thought hed be like the police

But now he finds he is at war

Werent we supposed to keep the peace

And who will have won

When the soldiers have gone

From the lebanon

The lebanon

The lebanon

From the lebanon

I must be dreaming

It cant be true

I must be dreaming

It cant be true

And who will have won

When the soldiers have gone?

From the lebanon

The lebanon

The lebanon

From the lebanon

Lebanese struggle for its identity, this is an ad that appeared on the television a little bit ago (subtitles added for easier of understanding)