The glaciers will melt, Jordan River will be refilled.
Oh, we all will make peace! Shalom aleichem. Wa alaikum salaam.*
The glaciers will melt, Jordan River will be refilled.
Oh, we all will make peace! Shalom aleichem. Wa alaikum salaam.
Pixels on the screen will turn into camouflage spots, again.
Sound director will mute the sound of gunfire in the mixer, again.
Voiceover will tell us unbelievable truth about our enemies, again,
Skilfully, chilly reading his words from the paper.
Undesirable links can’t be open with none of devices.
Can’t be open, like soldier’s eyelids in a zinc box on the way home, to his mother.
A smirking director of the bloody circus is counting the tickets.
But the glaciers will melt, the glaciers will melt!
The glaciers will melt, Jordan River will be refilled.
Oh, we all will make peace! Shalom aleichem. Wa alaikum salaam.
The glaciers will melt, Jordan River will be refilled.
Oh, we all will make peace! Shalom aleichem. Wa alaikum salaam.
The naked king promises winter warm clothes for his lieges.
The public applauds, open-mouthed, delighted with his fiery speech.
Lips are chapped from the cold, shoulders shiver in the wind, but,
The gift of conviction is power, and everybody waits for fulfillment of the promises, for the third year.
He blames the enemy for the chattering teeth, for the winter patterns on the windows
Like: it's enemy's fault that migratory flocks aren’t hurry to return.
And the more he talks, the more the onslaught of cold winds is getting stronger and frightening.
But the glaciers will melt, the glaciers will melt!
The glaciers will melt, Jordan River will be refilled.
Oh, we all will make peace! Shalom aleichem. Wa alaikum salaam.
The glaciers will melt, Jordan River will be refilled.
Oh, we all will make peace! Shalom aleichem.
Shalom aleichem. Shalom aleichem.
Wa alaikum salaam. Wa alaikum salaam.
Wa alaikum salaam. Wa alaikum salaam.