BACHOM SHEL TEL AVIV

IN THE HEAT OF TEL AVIV

Frecha bemercedes
Meshanah et hamakom shelah
Baseder hachadash ro'im et hachayim
Mishkafayim al chatzi panim
Oi moshavei ha'or
Bachom hazeh shel Tel Aviv.

Frecha bemercedes
Rak shelo yatchilu lehatzik
Motzi'a sigaria mehatik
Im hamishpat hamechudad
She'od mehadhed barosh
Eich lo yada'ati ma lilbosh,
Lamesiba shel habachur im hase'ar hatziv'oni
Haya balyan aval achshav hu retzini
Ish asakim she'achshav hu tiv'oni
Ve'ulai hu bishvili laneshama
Gam metukim hem sug shel nechama
Ratziti London vekibalti milchama
Tir'e chaver hapachad lo over
Hu rak holech uva, holech uva...

Frecha bemercedes
Nosa'at al kvish mahir
Panasim kvuyim ve'od idiot sheme'otet
Bishvil lehazkir
Oi ma atem rotzim
Anashim mesubachim,
Ve'ata nidbak li el hayad kofetz misaviv
Kama se'arot al hachazeh
Bachom haze shel Tel Aviv
Oi titen li menucha
Yotzet levad velo itcha
Lamesiba shel habachur im hase'ar hatzivo'oni...

Frecha bemercedes meshana...

A tart in a Mercedes
Changes her place
In the new order you see life
Glasses on half of the face
Oh the leather seats
In the heat of Tel Aviv

A tart in a Mercedes,
If only they will not hassle
Takes out a cigarette from her bag
With the same sentence
Sounding in her head
How I didn't know what to wear
To the party of the guy with the colored hair
He was raging, now he is serious
A business man, now he is a naturist
May be he is for me, for my soul
Sweets are some kind of comfort as well
I wanted London and got war
Look friend, fear doesn't go away
It only comes and goes

A tart in a Mercedes
Drives on the express way
Lights off, another idiot signals
To remind
Oh what do you want
Complicated people
And you get stuck to my hand jumps around
A few hairs on the chest
In the heat of Tel Aviv
Oh leave me alone
I am going out alone and without you
To the party of the guy with the colourful hair.

A tart in a Mercedes changes...

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