Veze olam yafe mamash veze mizrach tichon chadash
Vezohi Yafo Tel Aviv ze rak shavua lo ragua misaviv
Vezot bua meod ktana veze ani veze ata
Ze lo zahav ze stam notzetz vezot bua sheim tiga hi titpotzetz
Ve'ele hem chayenu bazman ha'acharon
Yachol lihyot yoter tov yachol lavo ason
Erev tov yeush velayla tov tikva
Mi haba bator umi bator haba
Veze rove ze matzlema ze mitzlalem kmo milchama
Veze nishma kmo yeriot ve'en kmo yafo balelot
Ze lo haesh ze hagafrur ze lo mikteret ze tziur
Veze ani veze ata chaval sheyom rishon ze lo sheni
Ve'ele hem chayenu bazman ha'acharon
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Im sufa hi shir shel ruach ezo mangina yesh latikva
Ech korim la'ahava sheli la'ahava shelcha
Erev tov yeush velayla tov tikva
Mi haba bator umi bator haba
Veze hastav veze atzuv veze habyit ze hakluv
Ze lo sigaria rishona ze betach lo sigaria achrona
Ze mechonat hamachshavot shelo hitzlachti lechabot
Veze ani veze ata ze habeyachad shehaya kelo haya
Ve'ele hem chayenu bazman ha'acharon
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Im sufa hi shir shel ruach ezo mangina yesh latikva
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It is a wonderful world it is a new middle east
This is Jafa and Tel Aviv it is only an unsettled week around
It is a very small bubble it is you it is me
What shines is not gold it is a bubble that will burst if you touch
it.
And these are our life lately it could be better and a disaster could
happen
Good evening despair good night hope
Who is the next in line and who is standing in the next line.
It is a rifle it is a camera it looks like a photo of war
It sounds like shooting and there is nothing like Jafa at night
It is not the fire it is the match that lights it it is not a pipe you
smoke it is a painting
It is you and me what a pity Sunday is not Monday
And these are our life
If a storm is the wind's song what kind of melody does hope have
How do you my love, your love
Good evening despair good night hope
Who is the next in line and who is standing in the next line.
It is the Autumn it is sad it is the house it is the cage
It is not the first cigarette and certainly not the last
It is the thoughts machine that I forgot to turn off
It is me and you it is the together that went away like it has never
been
And these are our life lately...
If a storm is the wind's song...
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