(+) Rift
Straddling by the great rift valley
A foot on each side's moist bloody ground
Bloody ground
A land that's full of crazy noises
Minority with a loud voice of god
What they made of god
I want to give my son what I had
For him to eat wood sorrels
By my parents yard
I just want a son
And I'm glad I stroked your hip
That night
Your lips
And dor is in gaza strip
Oh my
I can't sleep
Oi ma yeah
Struggles by the great rift valley
By gaping land that drew all my friends
Those who are left
Each morning is a piece of art
And our role is nearly nearly done
So let's have fun
And if the bomb will fall I'll hold you
And no more fear will hunt us
And we'll end as one
They can't tear us apart
And I'm glad I stroked your hip
That night
Your lips
And dor is in gaza strip
Oh my
I can't sleep
Oi ma yeah