Song | One to Three |
Artist | David Broza |
Album | East Jerusalem West Jerusalem |
Don’t want to preach to no one tonight | |
Just want to tell my tale | |
When the sun will rise tomorrow | |
It will shed a light on some facts from hell | |
Clouds are floating in the sky | |
Shift the mood so fast | |
Just like on the streets of Jerusalem | |
Where quiet’s not meant to last | |
I going to find you tonight | |
I’m going to count from one to three | |
I will feel the peace within me | |
With you right here next to me | |
I was born into this reality | |
I was brought up with a war | |
That doesn’t mean I must accept it | |
Don’t wanna fight no more | |
Young people from all over | |
Stray off and cross the lines | |
It’s a dialogue that we’re seeking | |
And we’re running out of time |
Don' t want to preach to no one tonight | |
Just want to tell my tale | |
When the sun will rise tomorrow | |
It will shed a light on some facts from hell | |
Clouds are floating in the sky | |
Shift the mood so fast | |
Just like on the streets of Jerusalem | |
Where quiet' s not meant to last | |
I going to find you tonight | |
I' m going to count from one to three | |
I will feel the peace within me | |
With you right here next to me | |
I was born into this reality | |
I was brought up with a war | |
That doesn' t mean I must accept it | |
Don' t wanna fight no more | |
Young people from all over | |
Stray off and cross the lines | |
It' s a dialogue that we' re seeking | |
And we' re running out of time |