HACHAVERIM HAYESHANIM SHELI
CHAVERIM YESHANIM SHELI
ha-chaverim ha-yeshanim sheli, kulam oto davar echad nihya gibor gadol ve-ha-sheni nigmar od kamah acherim nas'u rachok bishvil lachzor ha-asiri hahu shepa'am hish'arti meachor
ha-chaverim ha-yeshanim sheli, betoch ha-sefer ha-shachor ve'et kulam ani ohev achshav et kulam ani ezkor ve'et mi ze me'anyen, ne'ashen venedaber al sport v'omanut od she-ha-laylah yigamer
ad she-ha-laylah yigamer, shurot shurot shel anashim ba'chalomot sheli ovrim ad she'ha-laylah yistayem ani aspik od ledaber (al) kol nose she-ba'olam im elohim kayam o lo kayam im yesh siba l'achzavot chayim shlemim b'sakiyot me'plastik v'hem moshchim li b'ketzah shel ha-chultzah b'ketzah shel ha-chultzah sheli
lachaverim ha-yeshanim sheli yesh ta'am meshuneh ze she'haya hachi rachok omer she-hu choshev alai harbeh ze she'ahav lishtot nish'ar im ha-hargel la-olam shel ha-gdolim hu menaseh lehitragel ve ze she'ahav lada'at adain hu shoel (ve) ze she'chashav she'tov lo achshav hu mit'palel ve gam ani nish'arti kim'at oto davar me'ayem lalechet aval b'sof ani nish'ar
ad she-ha-laylah yigamer...
chayim shlemim b'sakiyot me'plastik mitvak'chim im ze kara o lo kara o lo kara
ha-chaverim ha-yeshanim sheli, hem lo oto davar echad nihya gibor gadol ve-ha-sheni nigmar od kamah acherim nas'u rachok bishvil lachzor ha-ahava hazot shepa'am hish'arti meachor
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MY OLD FRIENDS
My old friends, they're all the same One became a big hero and the other got wiped out A few others traveled far in order to return The tenth one who I once left far behind
My old friends in the black book Everyone who I now love Everyone I will remember And for whom it interests, we'll smoke and talk About sport and art until the night will end
Until the night ends, lines and lines of people Pass through my dreams Until the night ends I'll still manage to speak About every subject in the world If G-d exists or doesn't exist If there's a reason for disappointments Whole lives in bags of plastic And they pull at me by the edge of my shirt the edge of my shirt
My old friends have an unusual taste He who was furthest away says he thinks about me a lot And he who loved to drink remained with the habit To a world of grownups he tries to get accustomed He who loved to know, still he asks questions And he who thought things were good for him is now praying And even I remained almost the same way Threatening to go but in the end I remain
Until the night ends...
Whole lives in bags of plastic Arguing if this happened or didn't happen or didn't happen
My old friends are not all the same One became a big hero and the other got wiped out And a few others traveled far in order to return This love which I once left behind
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