They put up road-blocks they dimmed all the signs they planted cannons they mined the squares where are you love after you we became the love that screams we became the distances. For the happy days we longed the days of staying up on the road the long walks the rendezvous at the old restaurant. O love of Beirut O love of days They will come back Beirut the days will come back. It is the second summer the moon is broken is it true you may forget me my defeated love I went back to my house my house I didn't find only smoke and twisted beams no rose and no fence.