Ask about our health, O heavenly angels
Ask about the fallen,
Ask about the surviving
When multitudes fall, when towers fall.

On the eleventh of September
A guest, a VIP or just a member
A passer-by, a youth, an elder
When multitudes fall, when towers fall.

Like flying birds, two planes
Trotting high across the lanes
With zeal, with no bounds or reigns
When multitudes fall, when towers fall.

Nevo bowed low, crushed was Bel
The tower of Babylon toppled and fell
All laughter turned to a mourner's wail
When multitudes fall, when towers fall.

Words float over the horizon
Like vapor, in the air rising
Empty words, like stone and iron
Falling like a sack upon concrete.

When fire catches unto cloud
When iron topples down over charcoal
When fire consumes steel and stone
When multitudes fall, when towers fall.