Текст песни Встреча рыбы - Моя Палестина

My eyes change color every day
      where there is no response to your light
      where there is no response on the light
      and in this world there is no answer
      here all the answers vetoed
      in our ghettos where the sand and eternal summer
      in our ghettos where the sand smells of gasoline
      And the manna substituted for cocaine
      Do you want to be stylish, strong?
      Hey Abraham, give us his son
      With us he will be a man, Abraham, to us it will be a man
      As the god of clay Abraham
      As the god of foam
      They are full of thy rivers
      They filled your veins
      My eyes change color on faded film strip
      We're the first-born
      And our blood - the blood of the lamb
      It hurts to realize this painful and bitter
      Do you know how many of us
      You know what?
      Our genes are like the sand in the desert old
      In which we will never cool down
      We will never cool down.
      If you shift the whole world
      We will not move from this place
      The dough from which we are made
      This is another test
      And passed all the tests
      A cross
      Another arrest
      Roman law for God's Bride
      Dates are known
      The names are known
      Flames Dachau
      Stroke Cross
      Yes, our names not in this soybean genotype
      Shout & quot; Mom & quot ;, and remind you of Oedipus
      Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and soybeans to soy
      Memory of the world does not differ from Noah's Ark
      In place of the Greek myths come fables blind goy
      In place of the dead god come every two
      And more than people
      Anyone who remembers the word
      As the cow in India more than a cow
      Tribe Job
      Not issued no sound
      Maybe boredom is the cause of all ills? bitch
      Song of the people of one thousandth of the land?
      & quot; SOS Lord - Save Our Souls & quot;
      Only the hands were cold lips land
      Words are becoming fainter
      How deaf dreams of a goy, he writes rap
      Eyes that do not change color
      The place which will never see
      Where even death speaks Yiddish
      Where even the light speaks Yiddish