A keresés eredménye

My father's house

From the edges of that southern neighborhood
my father's house returns to my dream(s)
With beautiful hours of grace
and the summer on the balcony
my father's house returns to my dream(s)
 
There it stands among the stands
in a soft cloud of spices
Between sacs on the pavement
from which he brought a loaf of bread
there he stands among the stands
 
My father's house sits at the table*
between the weekdays and a day of holiday
In prayers at dusk
on the bread on the home
my father's house sits at the table
 
Yes, there it is, my father's house sits at the table
There it is, my father's house still stands there
 
And my father still stands there
but without his sons and without his heirs
And I still remember the smell of spices and summer
my father's house still stands there
 

Where Are Those Young Ladies

When the penny had a hole - and we spent
our time on swaps and roads
there were no 'chicks'1in our land
but there were, yes my friend, women!!!
 
Ach! where, where are they,
those young ladies
with the ponytail and the pinafore dress
with the hoe
and the dagger2
why don't we see them any more?
 
They would then ride, thus above
on horses from the 'the sentry'3organization
but today - they ride on the husband,
and donkey4- this is already another matter...
 
Ach! where, where are they...
 
They hid in their bra a 'Parabellum'5
and a few grenades for the firefight.
but today - there is cleavage as if,
that with difficulty puts in what there is
 
Ach! where, where are they...
 
They read Pushkin on the threshing floor
and tore the heart, at the same time!
But today - it is clearly different, because
they immediately get down to business6
 
Ach! where, where are they...
 

• 1. lit: pieces
• 2. lit: Arab knife
• 3. HaShomer-a defense group active in the pre-state yishuv that was formed to protect remote Jewish settlements
• 4. refers to husband above
• 5. another name for a Luger
• 6. lit: matter/interest

We Will Not Stop Singing

If it will be bad, and the taxes will go up
and in Moscow, the gates will be locked1
and the sugar, it will also go up in price
we will not, we will not stop singing
 
Will not stop singing
will not stop singing
will not stop singing
will not stop singing
 
If the gas, from Tel Aviv to Ramat Gan
costs you, as much as weekend in Japan
and if the UN, says withdraw and return
we will not, we will not stop singing
 
Will not stop singing...
 
If you will sign up, you will want a neighborhood for young couples
when you finally get in, will be (the age of) the city elders
and if we hear Roza Roza from Cairo2
we will not, we will not stop singing
 
Will not stop singing...
 
What to do, this is our only country
the future will be good, and it isn't, it isn't a legend3
and will earn the right to see a sunrise of another clear day
And that is why we keep singing
 
Will not stop singing...
 

• 1. refers to the Jewish Aliya from the former USSR which at times was difficult depending on the prevailing sentiment of the Soviet government in power
• 2. most likely a reference to a call to a Roza prayer for Ramadan
• 3. refers to Hertzl's famous line אם תרצו, אין זו אגדה' if you want it, it is not a legend'

You are Sixteen

I've heard this American song once
And it suits you and me perfectly
And it's coming back like a midsummer night's dream
You are sixteen, you are beautiful, and you're mine
 
You are sixteen, you are beautiful, and you're mine
You are my skies and my earth
And till my very last day and the end my night
I'll always see you this way in front of me
You being sixteen, and beautiful, and all mine
You being sixteen, and beautiful, and all mine
 
Everyone's jealous of me because there is no one like you
And that is what I've told you so you'd know
None will touch you, not even the king
You are sixteen, you are beautiful, and you're mine
 
And so in the flames of love I've twirled you
And never let anyone come near
I wrote your name on a big wall at the city hall
So that the whole city will know who do I love!
 
You are sixteen, you are beautiful, and you're mine
You are my skies and my earth
And till my very last day and the end my night
I'll always see you this way in front of me
You being sixteen, and beautiful, and all mine
You being sixteen, and beautiful, and all mine
 
And so, with an American song
I travel around the roads and the paths
And it's good for me that the road is long
And you are sixteen, you are beautiful, and you're mine
 
Because you are sixteen, you are beautiful, and you're mine
You are my skies and my earth
And till my very last day and the end my night
I'll always see you this way in front of me
You being sixteen, and beautiful, and all mine
You being sixteen, and beautiful, and all mine
You being sixteen, and beautiful, and all mine
You being sixteen, and beautiful, and all mine!