One day I was sleeping at halalila
Then I saw a hole in a white bellosite
You are walking the desert, seeing a pale blond girl
You are so lonely, everywhere you go
Poor bellosite
You turn it into a yellow bloodbath
Cad is walking the desert
In search for the pitcher
While Mizrachi and him are making films
The whole day seems to be burned
Poor bellosite
You turn it into a yellow bloodbath