Translation of Hebrew section:
Messages are exploding on me
Rockets are flying and landing on me
Police and thieves are chasing me
Jumping on me and pestering me
Woe is me, woe is me, answer me God (hi)
This nightmare is too long
When I am barely living and everyone is aiming at me
it is too early, perhaps, to sing that I have given you my life
Wha, Wha the police
Weeoo, weeoo a rescue team
Here it is in the semi-finals without salaam
Red is not only a colour, it's more like blood.
My heart stops, I can't breathe
For fear my soul is gonna leave
This is war, this is my soul.
Boom boom that's what's going down now
From missile to machete, from observer to reporter
With sneaky politics to snatched soldiers, from Summer Rains to desert heat
Escalating in dizzy spirals into position
No-one's doing anything at all
Extremists are radicalizing, officers officiously pronouncing.
Simple souls moderate opinions and wait for information
And the reply: everyone's powerless
The world's gone demonic and we are merely pawns
While champions with mock coinage decide our fate
Leadership prevaricates, the ship of state is sinking
To life they are all drinking and together they go under
Maybe this is too acerbic, should we sing of palm trees swaying,
Songs of the desert without flags flying
Yet I'm alive, alive, alive-o, and if it's still frightening
Only then I'll say
I'm gonna push the button
push the button push the bu
push the bu push the button |
