HACHAYIM SHELANU TUTIM
Ein lanu zchut bichlal lehitlonen
Hakol tfu Chamsa
Uvaruch haShem ki
Hachayim shelanu tutim
Sha’ot shel tor bado’ar,
Kasheh ligmor po to’ar,
Vehamatzav bano’ar,
KashaH lashir kmo Zohar.
Lehit’orer baboker,
Llehikanes lekosher
Hadelek shuv beyoker,
Vehamoza? Hi be’otzer
Shchitut bechol shvu’ayim,
Pigu’a kol yomoayim
Ha’arnona bashamayim,
vehatest beYerushalayim
Ksheba’al habayit noshe,
Vegam haboss nuksheh
Az hafachti lemorsheh,
Lo hakol Ferrero Rocher
Aval ein lanu zchut bichlal.......
Hayeled kam balayla,
Veha’isha lo dai la
Kona kol ma sheba la,
Kashah lish’of lema’ala
Kashah lisgor t’chodesh,
Kashahlidvok bakodesh
Chayim shlemim bli shoresh,
Ein arak veyesh yovesh
Hasolela ozelet,
Vehatikra nozelet
Hamedina gozelet,
Vehamemshala? Pozelet
Shotef plus shishim,
Ha’omes bakvishim
Kasha im hamisim,
Vechulanu adishim
Ein lanu zchut bichlal....
Tov patachnu po jora
Kitarnu maspik,
Kafinu tova
Achshav nachzor achora, el habasis
Zman lomar toda
Toda al haru’ach,
She’en li zman lanu’ach
Tada al haShabbat,
Al shney banim uvat
Toda al kol hayofi
Al hazchut lir’ot et Messi
Al hatikun al hamahut
Toda al hayaldut
Toda al kol ma shebara’ata
Ein lanu zchut bichlal.....
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OUR LIFE IS LIKE STRAWBERRIES
We have no right to complain
Everything is tfu tfu Chamsa
And thank God (against the evil eye)
Because our life is like Strawberries
Hours in the queue at the Post Office,
It’s hard to get a degree here,
The problem with the youth,
It’s hard to sing like Zohar (Argov).
Wake up in the morning,
Go to the gym to keep in shape
Fuel is expensive,
And the Muze? It's under curfew
Corruption every two weeks,
Terrorist attacks every couple of days
Rates are sky-high,
And car registration is in Jerusalem.
The landlord is asking for money,
The Boss is tough
So I became an authorised person,
not everything is Ferrero Rocher
We have no right to complain.....
The kid keeps on waking at night,
The wife hasn’t got enough
She buys what she feels like;
It’s hard to get ahead
It’s hard to have enough money,
To keep the faith
Whole life with no root,
No Arak (alcoholic drink), it’s dry
The battery is low,
The ceiling leaks
The state robs,
And the government? Looks away
A few bank accounts,
The heavy traffic
It’s hard with taxes,
And we are all oblivious
We have no right to complain...
Ok, so we opened our mouth
We complained enough,
We've been ungrateful
Now, let’s go back to basics
Time to say thanks
Thanks for the spirit,
For no time to rest
Thanks for the Shabbat,
For two boys and one girl
Thanks for all the beauty
The privilege to see Messi
The corrections, the essence
Thanks for the childhood
And everything you created for us
We have no right to complain...
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