Holy Terra
Bloody battle for a sacred reason
Is that for our own trust
Rotten apple 'cause it's out of season
Empty bottle and broken glass
Every one of us is a surpassing soldier
Integral part of this endless war
How will it affect us when we'll be getting older?
Will we be spending more time indoors?
I wanna look outside
And watch how all the gardens bloom
To see the children holding hands
To feel the difference in the air
As the light rise in this room
I don't want to be a stooping man
And when the bitterness climbs
Afflicting you and all the rest
It seems there's no one to rely on
And no reason to protest
Along the river there are many man
Who wishes to wash their lives away
Among the others you will hardly pace
Think there's nothing left to say
Hallow temple and a holy terra
White gravel in my back yard
Growing humble in a prideful era
Some will need their rules to discard
Every one of us depends on the other
A leaf on a branch of an endless tree
How will it affect when we'll be braking borders?
Will we be having true liberty?
I wanna look outside
And watch how all the gardens bloom
To see the children holding hands
To feel the difference in the air
As the light rise in this room
I don't want to be a stooping man
And when the bitterness climbs
Afflicting you and all the rest
It seems there's no one to rely on
And no reason to protest
Along the river there are many man
Who wishes to wash their lives away
Among the others you will hardly pace
Think there's nothing left to say
Is that for our own trust
Rotten apple 'cause it's out of season
Empty bottle and broken glass
Every one of us is a surpassing soldier
Integral part of this endless war
How will it affect us when we'll be getting older?
Will we be spending more time indoors?
I wanna look outside
And watch how all the gardens bloom
To see the children holding hands
To feel the difference in the air
As the light rise in this room
I don't want to be a stooping man
And when the bitterness climbs
Afflicting you and all the rest
It seems there's no one to rely on
And no reason to protest
Along the river there are many man
Who wishes to wash their lives away
Among the others you will hardly pace
Think there's nothing left to say
Hallow temple and a holy terra
White gravel in my back yard
Growing humble in a prideful era
Some will need their rules to discard
Every one of us depends on the other
A leaf on a branch of an endless tree
How will it affect when we'll be braking borders?
Will we be having true liberty?
I wanna look outside
And watch how all the gardens bloom
To see the children holding hands
To feel the difference in the air
As the light rise in this room
I don't want to be a stooping man
And when the bitterness climbs
Afflicting you and all the rest
It seems there's no one to rely on
And no reason to protest
Along the river there are many man
Who wishes to wash their lives away
Among the others you will hardly pace
Think there's nothing left to say
Credits
Writer(s): Shlomi Syboni
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