Yallah 歌词

And your city will fall And your corn won't grow Thru the silence from the temple Hear the truth explode It is written in the dust So it is whispered in the wind From the wisdom of the fathers Where the word begins In 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 Will pour no more The rivers will freeze And the hosts descend Thru the fires and the storms To the bitter end And the treasures and the gifts And the words and truths Will be cast to the heavens With Oomrah fruit And your corn won't grow Thru the silence from the temple Hear the truth explode It is written in the dust So it is whispered in the wind From the wisdom of the fathers Where the word begins In 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 Will pour no more The rivers will freeze And the hosts descend Thru the fires and the storms To the bitter end And the treasures and the gifts And the words and truths Will be cast to the heavens With Oomrah fruit