Yallah

Rendest rachib, rhud rhip zelp

Borachs un fun dehl noach, shochen zoap

Oh oh, oh yeah

Ah ah, oh yeah

And your city will fall

And your corn won't grow

To the silence from the temple

Hear the truth explode

It is written in the dust

It is whispered in the wind

From the wisdom of the fathers

Where the word begins

Ah ah, oh yeah

Oh oh, oh yeah

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 crowds will roar

And the sand in the glass

Can pour no more

Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah

Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah

Oh oh, oh yeah

Oh oh, oh yeah

The rivers will freeze

And the hosts descend

Through 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

Ah ah, oh yeah

Oh oh, oh yeah

And your city will fall

And your corn won't grow

To the silence from the temple

Hear the truth explode

It is written in the dust

It is whispered in the wind

From the wisdom of the fathers

Where the word begins