A keresés eredménye

Ko Pha-ngan

Maybe in Mumbai , maybe Urugay
Maybe a few days in Tokyo or Shanghai
Maybe in Paris , Cairo or Seoul
Maybe in Bogotá but more than anything
 
I want a hotel in Ko Pha-ngan
With a hand to the sky and a foot on a hammock yeah
I want to make a mess there
From morning till night
 
I've got a two year old aunt, drive for two weeks
For a vacation or two
I haven't executed it yet , it's in plans for now
Give something nice with sunset and water
And there's nothing like disconnecting from work
Take a break to fold and leave a note
And if they're searching let them search i'm disconnected
Make me some noise if the plan makes you feel desire
 
I want a hotel in Ko Pha-ngan
With a hand to the sky and a foot on a hammock yeah
I want to make a mess there
I want a hotel in Ko Pha-ngan
With a hand to the sky and a foot on a cloud
I want to make a mess there
From morning till night
 
I've already written on a board for me , Omri needs to rest
Also Erez and Duvduv for sure
And the plan's still in development, and i've already got a nut
Something nice with Mangos Pinapples and soul
Because there's nothing like starting the week
On a forsaken quiet beach in an unknown place
And if they dare say alas
I'd tell them you know what?? Let's go Ko Samui
 
I want a hotel in Ko Samui
With a hand to the sky and a foot on a hammock yeah
I want to make a mess there
I want a hotel in Ko Samui
With a hand to the sky and a foot on a cloud
I want to make a mess there
From morning till night
 
Maybe in L.A. maybe in Toulouse
Maybe in Ocho Rios with the ganja and the rum
Maybe in Nepal in Yaffo or Akko
Maybe in Riverre but more than anything
 
I want a hotel in Ko Pha-ngan
 
Bacon.

Something Nice for My Soul

It's hard with the news here
So sometimes I take the car
And drive north of the city
Before another war starts
And my knees tremble for a moment
It's hard for me to digest what I'm hearing
More of the same chorus
Israel Syria Lebanon
 
I need to cut myself off it was a fascinating debate
Everything sounds like a bomb siren to me
I have to turn off noises and commotion
We need a song to lessen the deep sadness
 
Put on some Erik* for me just to calm down
Let me put my head down a minute
Put on some Zohar* for a second just
Something nice for my soul
Put on some Meir*, a shot of hope
One nice chorus with a beat, a tune
Let me put my head down a minute...
 
It's hard, it's hard my day
There's that financial issue
And we're all industrious but between us
We work, work but they're fooling us**
So we wait for luck in lines
And promise more dreams to the children
Everyone's talking about a house and a yard
Breaking savings and there's not even enough for an apartment
 
I need to cut myself off it was a fascinating debate
Everything sounds like a bomb siren to me
I have to turn off noises and commotion
Only music will lessen the deep sadness
 
Put on some Erik* for me just to calm down...
 
And it's hard, it's hard, that's right. but there's no other option
The quiet is missing but the country is wonderful
So you try to find some small lit-up corner
Maybe your head is running away but your soul stays
And my days are passing between all the headlines
Money money love peace and wars
And nobody manages to make us forget the troubles
We are simple people with big problems