Interpret:

Nouvelle Vague

Album:

Bande à part

Little orphans in the snow
With nowhere to call a home
Start their singing, singing


Waiting through the summertime
To thaw your hearts in wintertime
That's why they're singing, singing


Waiting for a sig
To turn blood into wine
The sweet taste in your mouth
Turned bitter in its glass


Israel, in Israel
Israel, in Israel


Shattered fragments of the past
Meet in veins on the stained glass
Like the lifeline in your palm


Red and green reflects the scene
Of a long forgotten dream
There were princesses and there were kings


Now hidden in disguise
Cheap wrappings of lies
Keep your heart alive
With a song from inside


Israel, in Israel
Israel, in Israel


There's a man who's looking in
And he smiles a toothless grin
Because he's singing, singing


See some people shine with glee
But their song is jealousy
Their hate is clanging, maddening


In Israel
Will they sing Happy Noel
In Israel, in Israel


In Israel, in Israel
In Israel
Will they sing Happy Noel


Israel, Israel...