Bayt is not Rishon

There's always some kind of war in our house
Wall to wall
See the Western Wall
On the left there is an accident on the right Samaria
Army of Titus Army of Darius
The IDF enters, the Shaheed comes out
The mafia wakes up
this land never sleeps

From Bnei Brak they call the Messiah
In East Jerusalem they say
We didn't ask for it
Comes off in the Christian quarter
Holy Fire
And don’t touch anyone here
Flashes

I cover my face with a niqab
I remember the Nakba
Then I turn towards the Temple
Spoken from the Bible to Islam
At hand
We know no peace
Our hands are in the blood of saffron and za'atar
Ima-umm cries in the arms of Our Lady
Everyone here is losing their sons

And daughters are not counted according to the old tradition
If one day from the fiery chariot
He will come down menacing, terrible, fiery-eyed
Everyone will see how similar and awkward we are
Laughter will be heard from the Negev to Galilee
And the sky will overturn
We'll run
But we won't be able to run far