Testo Yallah

And your city will fall, and your corn won't grow From the silence from the temple hear the truth explode It is written in the dust - it is whispered in the wind From the wisdom of the father, where the word begins From the kingdom of gold and the stolen chance You can join the celebration - see the children dance And the bells will ring, and the crowd will roar And the sand in the glass is gonna pour no more Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah -- And the rivers will freeze, and the hosts descend Through the fire and the storm, to the bitter end And the treasures and the gifts, and the words in tune Will be cast through the heavens like an aura of ruin And your city will fall, and your corn won't grow From the silence from the temple hear the truth explode It is written in the dust - it is whispered in the wind From the wisdom of the father, where the word begins