When I was 14
-1-
At the top of the mountain
We planted glory
Next to the Lebanese cedars
And the roses grew
In the meadow of happiness
Singing songs of love
-2-
We have a forehead
The highest forehead
Thanks to our sweet flag
We defend for years
To protect Sannine
And we return strength with strength
-3-
Valley. Mountains
Plains. Hills
The source of all Baskets of Goodness
Peace of Mind
The poet said
Whether in the mosque or the monastery
-4-
All the people
In times of war
Their weapon is faith in the cedar
They walk the path
With one heart
Muslim, Christian, Druze
-5-
We are here
The heart of the universe
We find shelter in the shade of our flag
We extend a helping hand
With a hundred Colour
For anyone who wants our protect.
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