یالا

"Rendest rachib, rhud rhip zelp

Borachs un fun dehl noach, shochen zoap"

Ah, oh yeah

Ah, oh yeah

And your city will fall

And your corn won't grow

Through the silence from the temple

Hear the truth explode

It is written in the dust

It is whispered in the wind

From the wisdom of the father

Where the word begins

Ah, oh yeah

Oh ah, oh yeah

Ah, oh yeah

Ah, oh yeah

In the kingdom of gold

And the stolen chance

You can join the celebration

See the children dance

And the bells will ring

And the crowd will roar

And the sand in the glass

Gonna pour no more

[Ad libs]Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah

Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah

Ah, oh yeah

Ah, oh yeah

And the rivers will freeze

And the hosts descend

Through the fires and the storm

To the bitter end

And the treasures and the gifts

And the words and truth

Will be cast to the heavens

With Oomrah fruit

Ah, oh yeah

Ah, oh yeah

And your city will fall

And your corn won't grow

Through the silence from the temple

Hear the truth explode

It is written in the dust

It is whispered in the wind

From the wisdom of the fathers

Where the word beginsOh yeah!