1- For thousands of years,
the firebird flew over the ring;
with feathers of gold and fire,
and a heavenly voice to sing;
its life and death was a legend,
with sorrow and glory to bring
2- For as it goes through fire,
passioned with a rebirth desire;
it burns to ashes,
and a new life dashes;
for the Phoenix shall rise
3- Over the mountains of Lebanon,
the Phoenix never slept;
the Cedars covered with snow,
mourned its people and wept;
for the living cities are ruined,
and their inhabitants are swept