Remember how we drove the old car
to Sha'ar Hagi* in 1997,
The fragrance of the pine tree fondled the moon's light,
nature's romantic story.
The radio broadcaster announced disasters,
you put your head on my shoulders, and you were scared,
We talked about love and kids,
so come on sing hope for me.
I will bring you a star and a rose,
I will sing to you on each anniversary,
If only you will say yes I will grow older with you.
We came to the road leading to Tel-Aviv,
a group of peace haters were demonstrating,
To the left there was a turn to the lovers' path,
but you told me to turn right,
If I only knew you would say yes
I would even reach Haifa,
From there straight to the Jordan River for a honey moon
and I would give you every thing.
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