DOCH RETZACH

DU'ACH RETZACH 

Beyom shishi beDallas, Texas,
esrim ushnaim November, shishim veshalosh,
nir'tzach John Kennedy shekaru lo "Big Ace,"
yeri'ah achat batzavar ushtaim barosh,
halvayato ne'erchah besof November,
Harry Oswald yarah bo me'eizo sibah,
hayinu batzofim, sichaknu kaduregel,
doch retzach mat'chil bli milat ahavah.

Beyom shabat beTel Aviv ir bli shamaim,
arba'ah beNovember tish'im vechamesh,
nir'tzach...kanir'eh pa'amaim,
shtei yeri'ot me'ekdach shel mitnakesh.
Halvayato ne'erchah yomaim achar kach,
metoraf echad yarah bo mit'vach katzar,
hayinu babayit, yashavnu stam kachah,
achar kach halachnu liv'kot bakikar.

Kamah dma'ot, kamah nerot?
Kamah shiga'on od efshar lezahot?
Kamah yamim, kamah chashechah
ya'avru ad she...
hakol yishachach?

Beyom rishon bemakom lo yadu'a,
arba'ah beNovember
esrim ushloshah November
tish'im vechamesh,
ani kotev et hashir mitoch ga'agu'a,
le'an esa achshav umah avakesh?
Hayamim yemei za'am,
yesh omrim shezeh kacha
hayamim yemei pa'am
im yemei achshav,
eich tavo menuchah al eretz hapachad,
verak hashe'elah mi od yiratzach?

Kamah dma'ot...

MURDER REPORT

 

On a Friday in Dallas, Texas,
22nd of November, 1963
JFK who was called "Big Ace," was murdered
one shot in the neck, and two in the head,
his funeral was set at the end of November,
Harry Oswald shot him for some reason,
we were in the boyscouts, played soccer,
murder report starts without a word of love.

On a Saturday in Tel Aviv, city without a sky,
4th of November, 1995,
he was murdered...it seems twice,
two shots from the gun of an assassin.
His funeral was set two days later,
one madman shot him from close range,
we were at home, we just sat like that,
after that we went to cry in the square.

How many tears, how many candles?
How much craziness can still be identified?
How many days, how much darkness
will pass until...
all will be forgotten?

On a Sunday in an unknown place,
4th of November
23rd of November
1995,
I write this song out of yearning,
where will I go to now and what shall I request?
The days are days of fury,
there are those who say that it is so
the days are the days that once were
along with the days of now,
how will rest come over the land of fear,
and only the question - who will yet be murdered?

How many tears?

Photo of Artist & Hebrew words


LYRICS
Shlomo Artzi
MUSIC
Shlomo Artzi
SINGER
Shlomo Artzi

Words transliterated and translated by George Jakubovits of Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
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