אל נעלמים [Al nelamim] [English translation]

That's enough, can't go in the slow lane anymore

I'm taking the walking staff

Forgetting all that is familiar

Walking on air, in my imagination I see a ladder

Hearing an internal voice

Fix me, fix me now

I turn my head, I'm not sure they're talking about me

Something is inside me, everything is open I'm alive

No it's not a dream, and soon it's times past

I hear a distant voice: Return to me return now!

To the disappearing ones, to the source of life

I discover each day, that it's possible to think

In word fragments, vociferously

To disappearing ones

That's enough, I'm not going to kick at the wall anymore

I sit in the room

Shriveled, the memories wash over,

My heart overflows

No, it's not a dream, and soon it's times past

I hear a nearby voice: Return to me return to me

To the disappearing ones...