Allah is coming, He is rising, I say.
But who is Allah
if not we on all this earth?
Now they fight,
they gamble in the east, oh Lord.
Is this Allah? Is this Allah?
Oh, tell me please!
Oh yeah, the Arab says,
and another one smiles or frowns.
And as the bombs
make their way to the ground
Allah’s Advent is far away, far away, far away.
Neither dictators, neither wars, neither poison,
neither oil brings closer to the thought
and makes dearer to the heart
the Lord disguised as Allah
who could be a friend.
It is the merciful
that will open our souls
to the better days to come,
to a bright and to a happy world.
It is compassion that will count,
not war and fear and hate, oh Lord!
Allah is coming. He is rising, I say.
But who is Allah
if not we on all this earth?
Now they fight,
they gamble in the east, oh Lord.
Is this Allah? Is this Allah?
Oh, tell me please!
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany