ืึทืึธึผื ืจึธืึธื ืึทืึธึผื ึนืก ืึทืึทึผืจึฐืึตึผื ืึดืกึนึผื ืึฐืึธืืึนืจ
ืืืื ืืืืจืื ืขื ืฉืืื
ืืฃ ืืื ืื ืืืืจ ืขื ืฆืืง
ืืืื ืื ืื ืขืื ืืืืจ ืืืืื ืื
ืืื ืืฆืืขืืช ืขื ืืืืง?
ืขื ืืชื ืืืื ืืกืขืจ? ืขื ืืชื ืืื ืื ืืื?
ืืืืืงืืช ืืคื ืื ืขื ืืชืขืจ, ืืืืคืืช ืืฆืืขืืช ืืช ืืืจื.
ืืคืขืืื ืืืืื ืืืจืืืื ืืืชื ืขื ืืืจืืืื
ืืื ืฉืืืจ ืืช ืืฉืขืจ, ืืื ืกืืื ืืฉืืืื.
ืื ื ืจืืื ืื ืฉืื ืฉืืืื ืืืืืืช ืืชืงืืืช
ืื ืฉืื ืฉืืืื ืจืง ืชืืืื ืืืืืืืช.
ืืฉ ืฉืฉืืืืื ืฉืืืืช ืืืื ืชืฉืืืืช
ืืฉ ืืืื ืืืืื ืจืง ืืขื ืืช ืืืจืืฉืืช, ืืื...
ืืืื ืืืืจืื ืขื ืฉืืื
ืืฃ ืืื ืื ืืืืจ ืขื ืฆืืง
ืืืื ืื ืื ืขืื ืืืืจ ืืืืื ืื
ืืื ืืฆืืขืืช ืขื ืืืืง?
ืื ื ืฉืืจืื ืืื, ืืืืจืื ืื ืืงืืจ, ืืื ืขื ืื ืืืืจ
ืื ืจืง ื ืืื ืฉืืืื ื ืืื, ื ืจืื ืืื ืืชืืืจ
ืืฉืืืฉืจืฃ ืจืืืฉื, ืชืืฉืจืฃ ื ืฉืืชื
ืื ืื ืชืืืจ ืืืฆืื ืืช ืขืฆืื
ืจืฆืื ื ืืืื ืืจืฆืื ื ื ืฉืื
ืืืขื ืืื ื ืฉืืจ ืื ื ืืืืจ ืื ืฉืืื
ืืืขืืื ืืชื ืืขื ืืชืืืช -
ืขืืฉื ืกืืืื ืืืืืจ ืืืืชื ื ืงืืื
ืื ืฉืขืืื, ืืืื ืืจืืช
ืืื ืืืงืืื ืืช ืืื ืืืืื?
ืืืื ืืืืจืื ืขื ืฉืืื
ืืฃ ืืื ืื ืืืืจ ืขื ืฆืืง
ืืืื ืื ืื ืขืื ืืืืจ ืืืืื ืื
ืืื ืืฆืืขืืช ืขื ืืืืง?
ืืืฉ ืื ืฉืื ืฉืืืงืืื ืืขืืืช ืขื ืืืืืื
ืืืฉ ื ืืืงืื, ืืืขืืื ืืฉืืจืืื
ืืื ืืืืชื ื ืืืืช ืืงืฉืืืื?
ืืืื ืืืืจืื ืขื ืฉืืื.
ืืืื ืืืืจืื ืขื ืฉืืื
ืืฃ ืืื ืื ืืืืจ ืขื ืฆืืง
ืืืื ืื ืื ืขืื ืืืืจ ืืืืื ืื
ืืื ืืฆืืขืืช ืขื ืืืืง?
ืืืืื ืืฉ ืืืชื ืืืืื
ืขื ืคื ื ืืจ, ืขื ืคื ื ืขืืง
ืืืฉืืืื ืืืืจ, ืืืืจืื ืขื ืฉืืื
ืืื ืื ืืืืื ืฉืืื ืืื ืฆืืง
- ืืืงื โข ืืืืจืื ืขื ืฉืืื
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The sea saw and fled the Jordan will turn back
Everyone talks about peace
No one talks about justice
For one it's heaven, for the other it's hell
How many fingers on the trigger?
Until when will the storm rage on? Until when will a man act like a dog?
The face glides over the razor, fingers caress the sword
Sometimes life brings me down to my knees
There is no guard at the gate, there is no sign from the skies
I see people living dreams and hopes,
And people living quarrels and conspiracies
There are some asking questions and there are no answers
There are those who are just full of complaints and demands but...
Everyone talks about peace
No one talks about justice
For one it's heaven, for the other it's hell
How many fingers on the trigger?
So we stay alone, talking to the wall, there's nobody to talk to
If only we can understand that we're all one, we'll see that everything will connect
When your property burns, your soul burns, too
If you don't rush to save yourself.
We murdered the earth and we murdered the soul
There will be almost no air left to breathe anymore
And the world moves non-stop
Turning around and coming back to the same spot
How can you accept it all?
There are people claiming the title of God
There are those struggling, kicking and scratching
How many of us are actually listening?
Everyone talks about peace.
Everyone talks about peace
No one talks about justice
For one it's heaven, for the other it's hell
How many fingers on the trigger?
Everyone has the same dream
Across mountain, across valley
They keep talking, talking about peace
But there will be no peace without justice
-Mooki โข talking about peace
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This song feels relevant again, it was written during the second intifada about how the real world isn't happening in the politics, it's happening between the people.
I see so many people talking about peace but none of them are talking about justice