Israel Nouvelle Vague

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 sign
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