כולם מדברים על שלום [Kulam Medabrim Al Shalom] [English translation]

Everyone talks about peace

No one talks about justice

It's heaven for some, hell for others

How many fingers on the trigger?

Until when will the storm rage on? Until when will the man act like a son of a dog?

The face glides over the razor, fingers caress the sword.

Sometimes life brings me down to my knees

There is no guard at the gate, there is no sign from the skies

I see people living dreams and hopes,

And people living quarrels and conspiracies

There are people asking questions and there are no answers

There are those who are just full of complaints and demands but...

Everyone talks about peace

No one talks about justice

It's heaven for some, hell for others

How many fingers on the trigger?

So we stay alone, talking to the wall, there's nobody to talk to

If only we can understand that we're all one, we'll see that everything will come together

When your property burns, your soul burns, too

If you don't rush to save yourself.

We murdered the earth and the soul

There will be almost no air left to breathe anymore

And the world moves non-stop

Turning around and coming back to the same spot

What rises has to fall

How can you accept it all?

There are people claiming the title of God

There are those struggling, kicking and scratching

How many of us are really listening?

Everyone talks about peace.

Everyone talks about peace

No one talks about justice

It's heaven for some, hell for others

How many fingers on the trigger?

Everyone has the same dream

Across the mountain, across the valley

They keep talking, keep talking about peace

But there will be no peace without justice