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Текст: Matisyahu. Youth. Ancient Lullaby.

Mist rising on the horizon
Listenin' with my ears and listenin' with my eyes
And listenin' until we've ridden the mud from the parasite
Listenin' until our hearts start to glisten, realize
Share the vision and my rhythms and we'll melt the ice

Start sizzling, spilling from the ceiling [unverified]
Dripping, drizzling close to the broken-hearted
Them crushed in spirit redeem the soul of your servant
Seek his [unverified] pursue it [unverified]

Keep the sparkle in your eyes
O, you know, we're all gon' die like flyin' soul times
For the times when we'll stay unified
The eyes of Hashem are to the righteous
And he hears their soul cry, like an ancient lullaby

Jerusalem breathes, brining me ease
From the Brooklyn squeeze
Dirty [unverified] bring ya down to ya knees
Trap me like a lion, [unverified], "leave me be"

When they come with their disease
To drag us into the street
My law's still pure, you can't take that from me
3000 years until this last century

Impossible to break the seal of the high priest
Yo, I say the branches on the trees gon' bow to these
Swaying to the melodies craving for the slaves
To bring redemption please

I am you, you are me
No more leaders, we must flea
We want see God in our enemy
Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby