AVED HAMEMAHER
Leyad ha'zomet yesh machnak mi'chamsinim u'me'ovek
Abed al chamor, anachnu betoch me'chonit
"Kach Tempo pa'ama'yim, gar'inim be'zol be'zol ish"
Omer Aved be'Ivrit mle'at chatzatz ve'avanim.
"Zman tzahov" koreh Grossman lematzav harah
"Hakol politika" omer Aved hamemaher
Hoo meshotet ke'mo arnav, min matarah na'a
Hoo meshotet mi'ba'it ad be'er.
Leyad ha'zomet yesh machnak mi'chamsinim u'me'ovek
Ein po ahava, rak glalim shel chamorim
Aravim balayla me'hirim, dakim ka'gomeh
Hishlichoo rimonim, lo sal tmarim me'doovlalim.
Ein ko'ach od be'Tel-Aviv u've'Kalkilya
"Hakol politika" omer Aved hamemaher
Shivolim porchot, aviv, mamash idilya
Tziyootz gover mi'ba'it ad be'er.
Tzarich lomar et ze, tzarich lashir et ze be'za'ar
Od lo lamadnoo kloom, kach hit'barer.
Tzarich lomar et ze, tzarich lashir et ze be'za'ar
Od lo lamadnoo kloom, kach hit'barer.
"Im hazman od tilmedoo aleynoo mashehoo, yesh tzorech"
Omer Aved hoo'memaher, shafoof ve'lo mitcharet
"Eich hashamayim shelachem hem kmo shelanoo, hem kmo shel od
Ve'hasadeh sheli, ani shelo kmo pri la'etz".
Im ha'chamor avar leyad be'er hamayim
Kadoor o e'ven ze lo fer
pag'oo be'Aved hamemaher
Hakol mi'bnei adam, lo mi'shamayim
Od lo lamadnoo kloom, kach hit'barer.
Tzarich lomar et ze, tzarich lashir et ze be'za'ar
Od lo lamadnoo kloom, kach hit'barer.
Tzarich lomar et ze, tzarich lashir et ze be'za'ar
Od lo lamadnoo kloom, kach hit'barer.
Leyad ha'zomet yesh machnak mi'chamsinim u'me'ovek
Ein po ahava, rak glalim shel chamorim
Rak glalim shel chamorim
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HURRYING ABED
By the street junction there is choking because of the heat-waves and the dust
Abed on a donkey, we inside a car
"Take two Tempo, sunflower seeds cheap, cheap man"
Says Abed in Hebrew full of gravel and stones.
"A yellow time" Grossman calls the bad situation
"It's all politics" says Abed who hurries
He loiters like a rabbit, a sort of moving target
He loiters from house to well.
By the street junction there is choking because of the heat-waves and the dust
There is no love here, just dung from donkeys
Arabs in the night quick, thin as rubber
Threw hand grenades, not a basket of thin dates.
There's no strength left in Tel-Aviv and in Kalkilya
"It's all politics" says Abed who hurries
Wheat grows, and it is spring, a real idyll
The birds sing from house to well.
It must be said, it must be sung in sorrow
We've still not learned a thing, that's how it seems.
It must be said, it must be sung in sorrow
We've still not learned a thing, that's how it seems.
"With time you'll learn something about us, there's a need to"
Says Abed and hurries, ducking and not regretting
"How your skies are like ours, they are like of more
And my field, I am of it like a fruit to the tree".
With the donkey he passed by the water-well
A bullet or a stone is not fair
They hit Abed who hurries
It's all from human beings, not from the skies or God
We've still not learned a thing, that's how it seems.
It must be said, it must be sung in sorrow
We've still not learned a thing, that's how it seems.
It must be said, it must be sung in sorrow
We've still not learned a thing, that's how it seems.
By the street junction there is choking because of the heat-waves and the dust
There is no love here, just dung from donkeys
Just dung from donkeys
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