Here I am passing, standing by the stone. 
An asphalt road, rocks and ridges. 
Day goes down slowly, sea-wind blows 
Light of a first star, over Beit Maschir. 

Bab-el-wad, 
Do remember our names forever, 
Convoys broke through, on the way to the City. 
Our deads lay on the road edges. 
The iron skeleton is silent like my comrade. 

Here pitch and lead fumed under the sun, 
Here nights passed with fire and knives. 
Here sorrow and glory live together 
With a burnt armoured car and the name of an unknown. 

Bab-el-wad 

And I walk, passing here silently, 
And I remember them, one by one. 
Here we fought together on cliffs and boulders 
Here we were one family. 

Bab-el-wad 

A spring day will come, the cyclamens will bloom, 
Red of anemone on the mountain and on the slope. 
He, who will go on the road we went, 
He will not forget us, Bab-el-wad.