Beirut,
when the horizon calls me, calls me and smiles at me.
Beirut,
your charm bewitches me, your beauty? seduces me.
It is the does of all time, which enchants me and which awaits me,
it is the old magic of Lebanon.
Beirut,
your field full of sweetness, stretches? infinity.
Beirut,
and rises in my heart, in green symphonies.
It is the song of old times, that lovers repeat,
it is the slow melody of Lebanon.
Beirut,
sun laughing in the sky, with a mysterious reflection.
Beirut,
delayed flavor of honey, which descends to us from the heavens
It is Venus of all times, that the lovers celebrate,
in the flowering mountain of Lebanon.
Beirut,
I sing? your stars, when all silence reigns there.
Beirut,
the blue that nothing veils, sleeps in your eyes.
I dream of a vivid dream, which rocks me tenderly,
through the thousand and one nights of Lebanon......

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