The street is crowded, there is a storm above

They want to take liberties, as if it is already known

A crowd of people shouting from the boulevard

Not to let the horses decide who and what

And the cops run forward to stop the mess

On Kaplan there is no space for a horse or even a needle

This land is too thin, Messiah has not come yet

The messiahs in the government come instead of salvation

A history of hatred, hormones returned to Kyriah

For Sicarii time stands, two thousand like a year

And there is no judicial system, there will only be a government

Her eyes sparkle like then, are they looking for grain?

And the policemen run forward, followed by the minister

See He reached at symbols, will he reach it tomorrow again?

and his blind-to-strangers friend, bending over to their land

And he has a corrupting power, will he rob their treasure?