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Let me tell you about a lady known as grandma to me, She died back in 1982She liked to tell stories of how things used to be, Just like other old ladies doShe talked about her neighbors: Muslims and Christians, Arabs, Britons and JewsThey'd come over for dinner in her house in Jaffa And they'd talk about business and newsWe got along fine a long time ago, Before everything started to changeI never imagined back in those days I'd end up here on this firing rangeThere on a string around her neck,Danging in front of her heart:The key to her home,The key to her people,The key to her world blown apartI recall the days well, 1948, The year of the CatastropheWith machine guns and torches they drove us away To the land of the refugeeLetras de cancionesWe all thought it would pass, but the decades dragged on And my heart turned to flameTo those who live in my home, where is your conscience? Do you feel the remorse and the shame?There on a string around her neck,Danging in front of her heart:The key to her home,The key to her people,The key to her world blown apartNow after two generations, I and her grandchildren say The key is theirs and mineAnd all over the world we cry for Al-Awda Home in PalestineMaybe we will prevail, but come what may As empires fall and riseNothing will change the memory Of the tears in my grandmother's eyesThere on a string around her neck,Danging in front of her heart:The key to her home,The key to her people,The key to her world blown apart From Letras Mania