Israelism - Army Of Lovers, Anders Wollbeck, Alexander Bard

Hevenu shalom alechem, hevenu shalom alechem

Hevenu shalom alechem, hevenu shalom shalom shalom alechem

Hevenu shalom alechem, hevenu shalom alechem

Hevenu shalom alechem, hevenu shalom shalom shalom alechem

Diamond market in the ghetto, star of David on my chest

Sex is kosher on the Sabbath, Jewish princess in my nest

Like Aunt Golda high on Zion, milk and honey are my drugs

Relic box of Einstein’s hairdo, spring prediction cloud of bugs

The heavens cry loud in the open

I hear an angel sing

Shalom b’Israel, shalom b’Israel

Shalom la’olam, shalom b’Israel

Hevenu shalom alechem, hevenu shalom alechem

Hevenu shalom alechem, hevenu shalom shalom shalom alechem

Hevenu shalom alechem, hevenu shalom alechem

Hevenu shalom alechem, hevenu shalom shalom shalom alechem

Glory in the circumcision, oops, there goes a Freudian slip

Army of Lovers on a mission, forty years of desert trips

Drinking from a stinking fountain, Kabbala and Jezebel