i dream of Jerusalem
with its green grass
and those clean fluttering flags
clean from blood the enemies brought
with their cold heart that broke jerusalem apart
i dream of Jerusalem
with those angels covering the sky
protecting Jerusalem from satanic lies
oh satan satan
will you ever disappear
to a place that its not near from here
will you ever go and leave us alone
our enemy is nothing but your clone
but we're here
we are known around the world
we are heros
the people of sword
if we do not fight
oh we will fight more
Israel you think you're tough
that you kept us prisoners, but stop right here this is enough
because we are the present, our children are the future
and Israel you are our past
that will no longer last
death, blood, war, guns
mother's screaming: 'where are our sons? '
laughs, hate, wickedness
dead bodies on the ground and enemies looking at them saying: 'oh they're looking for this'
how cruel are you?
or you just cant control it?
but the time will come
where you will get hit
until then we will stand
together hand in hand
in here, yes in Jerusalem
our holy land!
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