Today the ghetto is cold
as the skin of the serpent .
Black blood irrigates
the field of the impures .
Wine of fear and anger .
Mosque and church ,rubbles,
under Goya\'s crazy design .
Don\'t cry for me black-eyed kids,
the army of corpses will raise at dawn,
army of killers ,rhapsody of terror ...
A train will arrive at Treblinka station ,
elders you will warm yourselves
by the fire of the torah !
Beiruth crescents are burnt ,
believer you will see the moon ...
Tribeca\'s poultrified tribe
contemplate the show ,
\'\' Chateau-Margault pow -pow ! \'\'
and wriggle raising the paw ...
Half naked hookers and old oscarized gays
climbing the festival steps ...
Philosopher levy you\'re sniffing out
a new apology ...
Scavangers don\'t decipher the signs of time .
Goliath \'s iron hand will seize the dwarf
by the throat !
Panicking flies on a piece of rotting meat,
indifferent world goes to market ...
Tomorrow in the land of cana
the ghetto will be ablaze !
Happy lonely tunes and mary tetralogy !