BE'EREV YOM HA'ATZMA'UT
Be’erev
yom ha’atzma’ut
Bechikar ha’ir
tachat shmey ha’esh
Shel tofet chagigit,
lachashta li bitze’aka
Ani ozev otach hayom
Ein li ahava acheret
Af achat lo mechaka li
basivuv
Ani holech mimech
Kvar lo yachol laset et shnenu
bamasa hazeh
Ani holech
Be’erev
yom ha’atzma’ut
Belev harechovot
ha’amusim
be’elef patishim
Vekol mashrokiyot
ani tza’adeti
Im
hapatish hayalduti
Bayad
shelo ochezet beyadcha
Baguf shebi nil’ag
betoch hahamula
Ani tzo’edet et habayit
Shehotarta li
be’emtza hachagiga
Nurot hachag
nirdemu al ha’etzim
Bashamayim hit’oreru
hakochavim haregilim
Zman echad boded
Shanim shel hisusim
Hu lo yachzor bechazara
Be’erev
yom ha’atzma’ut
Al lu’ach moda’ot tzafuf
karati shir
katuv betush
Hadma’ot shatfu et hamilim
Vehapatish hayalduti
Bayad
shelo ochezet beyadcha
Baguf shebi nil’ag
betoch hahamula
Ani tzo’edet et habayit
Shehotarta li
be’emtza hachagiga
Nurot hachag
nirdemu al ha’etzim
Bashamayim hit’oreru
hakochavim haregilim
Zman echad boded
Shanim shel hisusim
Hu lo yachzor bechazara
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INDEPENDENCE DAY EVE
On the eve
of Israel’s Independence Day
In the city square
under a sky full of fire,
a celebration of inferno,
you whispered a scream
I am leaving you today
I don’t have another love
No one is waiting for me
around the corner
I am leaving you
I can’t carry both of us
through this journey anymore
I am going
On the eve
of Israel’s Independence Day
In the heart of streets
packed with
thousands of plastic hammers
And sounds of whistles,
I walked
With
the childish plastic hammer
In the hand
which doesn’t hold your hand
Feeling ridiculous
in the middle of the noise
I am walking to the house
You left for me
in the middle of the celebration
The festival light bulbs
fell asleep on the trees
In the sky
the usual stars woke up
One lonely time
Years of hesitation
He will not come back
On the eve
of Israel’s Independence Day
On a crowded notice board,
I read a poem
written with a marker pen
The tears washed the words
And
the childish plastic hammer
In the hand
which doesn’t hold your hand
Feeling ridiculous
in the middle of the noise
I am walking to the house
You left for me
in the middle of the celebration
The festival light bulbs
fell asleep on the trees
In the sky
the usual stars woke up
One lonely time
Years of hesitation
He will not come back
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