MELODY OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD
There were days - there were days,
When we were children.
You'll find everything in albums,
Maybe friends will say.
We were a bunch together -
We collected trees on the avenue.
In the campfire around the fire,
We sang, it was poetry.
That's how we were in the neighborhood,
So it was all year,
We thought 'singing' was 'spending' time,
There were days - there were nights.
We went through the same things,
And we were already boys.
We embroidered a thousand stories,
We piled up a thousand hymns.
We discovered love,
We knew from the disappointment.
We knew 'bad' and 'better',
And we always kept singing.
That's how we were in the neighborhood,
So it was all year,
We thought 'singing' was 'spending' time,
There were days - there were nights.
Some say, we're already grown up -
Everything became old.
Nothing since we did not take,
Except for an old-fashioned song.
One CEO - Two Warriors,
Tuesday in the village of Sosa Rotem.
One was an immigrant,
And I continue here to sing.
This is how it is in the neighborhood today,
The neighborhood has already been emptied.
No avenue and no garden,
Only a melody remains.
Always mentioned in every corner,
The diving of the neighborhood.
That's how we were in the neighborhood,
So it was all year,
We thought 'singing' was 'spending' time,
There were days - there were nights.
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