A keresés eredménye

Now it's Permitted To Tell

My dad used to hide a brick of gold
Wrapped in newspapers
In the bathroom's garret
 
1954, Block street, on the scaffolding
A construction worker who befriended with me
Is pissing a white piss
 
To the summer camp in Netzer Sireni
I was sent with my right ball
Sewed to my leg
 
Now it's permitted to tell
 
Amsterdam, the street of windows
Nothing happened
The host said it's because I walked too much
 
When I lost trust in my father's partners in the plastic factory
I turned to someone familiar
A black market guy
 
I am the one who practice with the first Mirage pilots
The circling principle in the French language
'Hat one, landing permitted'
Now it's permitted to tell
And I have a nightmare that keeps coming back
A Palestinian teen walking in my yard
 
Now it's permitted to tell