A keresés eredménye

The Small Moments

Now that we have decided to split up
before you go leaving me alone
know that there were between us a few moments
very short but very beautiful
we met by accident in a noisy market
i asked you for a cigarette even though i don't smoke
after we laughed because after i coughed for a minute
you said: 'you're cute, i admit'
 
It's true that i no longed dream about you
but despite it all we had moments between us
sometime when i think about you
i remember us together in the small moments
 
Do you remember the pillow that was torn
feathers that were spread around the room and on the bed
and the two of us sneezed together in unison
we thought we would never get up
afterwards the car broke down
three in the morning, rain and not even a memory of a taxi
soaked, we sat down in the central bus station
we discussed existentialism
 
It's true that i no longed dream about you
but despite it all we had moments between us
sometime when i think about you
i remember us together in the small moments
 
We went to a palm reader
she told us: 'remain together or alone'
we paid her despite that we felt a bit cheated
we search for wagons in the stars
 
It's true that i no longed dream about you
but despite it all we had moments between us
sometime when i think about you
i remember us together in the small moments
 
It's true that i no longed dream about you
but despite it all we had feelings for each other
sometime when i think about you
give me a call, update me on what is happening in your life1
 
Now that we have decided to split up....
 

• 1. lit: give me news from you

Amba Dancing

I dance, I exist
Taking a whiff, horny
If we do not dance, we will jump into the sea
If we do not get friendly , we will all weep
I'm dancing with the folk
Your sister's customs
Moving my butt, squeezing it
And hiding behind a tree
 
Amba dancing, folk dancing
Like a moron coming to the world
Samba dancing of the Middle East
For the commander and the sniper
 
I hit the head with a bottle
Counting one, two , three
I'm moving my hand
Like David in front of Goliath
A dollar, a dollar and another dollar
And having trips, trips till tomorrow
George Washington is dancing with me
As if he's swimming in DDT
 
Amba dancing...
 
I'm dancing in despair
'Cause of unity, 'cause of conquest
And 'cuase of trouble I can't remember
I'm dancing on the piano
 
Amba dancing, folk dancing
Like a leader, pity for him
Samba dancing of the Middle East
For the commander and the sniper
 
Amba dancing, folk dancing
Like a moron coming to the world
Samba dancing of the Middle East
For the commander and the sniper
 

Flower of the Neighborhoods

I am sitting alone in some lousy cafe
holding some business newspaper
you came up to me and asked
'what do you want to drink?'
I see that you are in the know
tall espresso with milk on the side
cold milk without foam
with two sugars
write down write down one white one brown
and then i gave a glance from the side
not bad looking
the tan is reasonable
much to discover, a little to hide
someone like you can light up the city
with a young fast beat
i want to promote you
to provide for you
to shape you
to improve you
to film you
to promote you
to turn you inside out
to turn you around
to nurture you
 
I am by chance a top impresario
veteran, veteran, ask any singer
you know what ask Klotchkin
i know him very well
and once i held the hand of Zohar Argov*
he had a debt and i traveled back and forth
with Gidi Gov** on Bograshov***
 
You will always be the
flower of the neighborhoods
the queen of the world
flower of the neighborhoods (x2)j
 
I myself am a waitress in the cafe
taking care of myself without much attention
talk to me my prince
you look familiar
my mother told me
'don't talk to strangers'
he said he is a impresario
want to promote some
small project
asked if i sing
I said:
'yes...
like crap...'
no matter
we will make for you a book
change your look
the erased look
doesn't invite a lick
you look like some vegetable lost in the shuk (public market place)
stand up wide open
and fly to the hairdresser in a hired card
bring the bill
and don't worry
will be OK
you are a hit!
 
You will always be the flower of the neighborhoods
so lets work on a contract
long, close
sign here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here and...
now everything is ready
so let's go, create a 'mess'
technician run the play-back
we have here a star
 
You will always be the flower of the neighborhoods..
 
Now I am a star so don't waste my time
and you remained so small
I was a modest trainee in Bnei Akivah****
and now everyone calls me Diva
don't try and take credit
I am the one on the stage
that is me who is the hit
who are you anyway
who heard about you at all
free me from my contract
in the name of your mother
 
and sign for me here and here and here and here and here and here and...
and get lost
girls where is the applause?
 
you will always be the flower of the neighborhoods
the queen of the world
flower of the neighborhoods
 
A real man needs to know when to give up
i am going to look for another victim
hi doll
wait a moment
you know that you have a face
really but really
umm... how would i say
transgender like...
 

The Old Station

This way down to the hot street
Was for me a path to the world
Of a drunk selling cold Malabe
With peanuts and red sugary syrup
A belt for 10 (shekels) and a free cassette tape
Grape juice and a newspaper for those that wait
A movie theater that shows “blue” movies
And a Persian hat with embroidery
 
I would go down to the old station
And it was to me a different country
A country of waiting reality
When the rain is falling and when the sun is shining
 
Suddenly I belong and sometimes I am outside
In a cramped and hurrying world
Among avenues of inexpensive shoes
And Falafel stands with all the extras
Public bathrooms that you can smell from afar
Taxi drivers that never learned to be quiet
Drunk and blind men look at the world
Yeshiva students earning free Mitzvahs.
 
I would go down to the old station…
 
On the way to the brilliant Tel Aviv
I stop at the cracked reality
Of pita with Zatar and an egg on the side
Of the doubt of Rabbis with hands extended
For 10 shekels three cassettes
With familiar songs from all the countries
And the black mud on the sidewalks
And a driver mutters half a blessing
 
I would go down to the old station…
 

I have a girlfriend

I have a girlfriend
And I love her
And try to always be with her
We go out walking in the street
I put on Aftershave
She makes clicking sounds
In high heels
Also in the busy market
She and I alone
We hug
And hide on the side
I have a leather jacket
And she has a soft blouse
Feel like a hero
Give her a kiss
 
I have a girlfriend and she is terrific (hot)
I love her in my heart
And when she goes
She always comes back
I think only of her
 
When I am with her
I am completely different
I dream of (owning) a car
And electric appliances
Because she has a nose
Matching eyes
A red smile
Like in the advertisements
 
She chews gum
With a mint smell
And with a red plastic fastener
Captures everything.
She puts on tights
With a “railroad” pattern
And metal earrings
Ribbons and earrings
 
I have a girlfriend and she is terrific..
 
I have a girlfriend, And I love her
When she cries
I am her devoted servant
Bring her coffee, a tray with cookies
Smile at her, making her laugh
Putting rouge on me
And I don’t care
And both of us together have
The same look
Love that she writes
With delicate fingers
And when she combs
She does soft movements.
 
I have a girlfriend and she is terrific..
 

Push the button

The world is full of terror
If someone makes an error
He's gonna blow us up to biddy biddy kingdom come
There are some crazy rulers
They hide and try to fool us
With demonic, technologic willingness to harm
 
They're gonna push the button, push the button
Push the bu… push the bu… push the button
Push the button, push the button
Push the bu… push the bu… push the button
 
Il y a plein de souffrance
Dans la rue y'a trop d'violence
Et on a beaucoup de chance d'être vivant, même pas blessés
Avancement tactique de régime fanatique
Situation tragique qui me met les larmes aux yeux
 
And I don't wanna die
I wanna see the flowers bloom
Don't wanna go kaput kaboom
And I don't wanna cry
I wanna have a lot of fun just sitting in the sun
But nevertheless
 
He's gonna push the button, push the button
Push the bu… push the bu… push the button
Push the button, push the button
Push the bu… push the bu… push the button
 
Messages are being shoot on me
Missles are flying and also falls on me
Police men and thiefs bother me
and they jump on me, bother me
 
My god, my god, answer me, my god, hi
The nighmare is too long
As I'm barley alive and everyone pointing(their weapons) at me
it's maybe too early to sing that I gave you my life*
 
Police, rescue team
here, its at the preliminary, a song without peace**
red is not only a color, its more like blood***
again stopping my breath within my heart
so my soul won't escape from my body
here is war, here is the soul
 
boom, boom, that's what happening now
between a missle and a machete, between a watcher and a reporter
between a underhanded opportunism and a kidnapped, between a rainy day to a head wave.
escalation is rising and is ready to fight
 
nothing, nothing, that's what all are doing
fanatics are redical and the officers are becoming serious
the naives are becoming more moderate, waiting for the results
and answer:(that everyone are helpless)
 
the world is full of demons while we are just plain pawns
and corrupted people with chips(gambling) deciding what will happen
sluggish management, a ship full of water
and everyone drinking for cheers and all are drowing
 
maybe its too sharp
we need to sing palm songs, songs of desert without flags
I'm still alive, alive alive****
and if I will continue to be scared, only then I will say:
 
I'm gonna push the button, push the button
Push the bu… push the bu… push the button
Push the button, push the button
Push the bu… push the bu… push the button