TACHAT SHMEI YAM HATICHON
Tachat shmei yam hatichon,
oseh yare'ach hafugah, umitkapel.
"De'agot" omer li ish im mich'chol,
umetzayer otach domah, o lo, o ken,
achshav yesh et hazman lishkav prakdan,
chatzi olam loke'ach sam.
Baguf sheli tz'marmoret, shir "roxan."
Tz'marmoret yesh li mipiku'ach gam.
Tachat shmei yam hatichon,
hayah lach zman lehitaper ulehaksim.
Yotzet lar'chov beshemetz shel bitachon,
chozeret bezanav mekupal bein haraglaim.
Chatzi olam betoch bedochak mitkayem,
chatzi olam sone chatzi,
baguf sheli tz'marmoret.
Mitarev mi oyev umi yadid.
Chorus:
Tachat shmei yam hatichon,
erev al avatichim yored,
ashlayot metukot,
zahavim al hatzavar vezeh zorek,
otcha mipo lesham,
oti misham lepo,
k'mo manginat balet.
Ad sheyashuv hayam miza'apo,
lo, lo ned'a,
oleh oleh oleh lanu,
kamah zeh oleh lanu.
Tachat shmei yam hatichon,
yadaich melat'fot oti lituf nadir,
od me'at yavo'u b'chirot,
at chayah politit - mizdahah im miyutim.
Achshav yesh et hazman bemizrachit,
chatzi olam kvar shar yavan,
baguf sheli tz'marmoret b'la'u hachi,
miterror ve'ahavah.
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UNDER MEDITERRANEAN SKIES
Under the mediterranean skies,
the moon makes a retreat, and folds.
"Worries" a man with a paintbrush says to me,
and paints you resembling, or maybe not
now there's time to go to bed on your spine,
half the world takes a drug.
In my body a dizziness, a Roxanne song.
I have diziness even from the morning light too.
Under the mediterranean skies,
you had time to put on make-up and look nice.
You go out to the street with a bit of confidence,
returning with upir tail folded between your legs.
Half the world creating an crowd too large,
half the world hates the other half,
In my body a dizziness,
betting who's friend and foe.
Chorus:
Under the mediterranean skies,
a watermelon evening descends,
sweet illusions,
gold on your neck and it emits,
you from here to there,
me from there to here,
like a ballet tune.
Till the sea returns from its anger,
no, we won't know,
it cost, cost, costs us,
how much does it cost us.
Under the mediterranean skies,
your hands stroke me, a rare stroke,
soon the elections will come,
you live politically - identifying with minorities.
Now there's the time in the Eastern,
half the world already sang Greece,
in any case - in my body a dizziness,
from terror and from love.
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