בארץ הפלאות [Be Eretz haPlot] [English translation]

In Wonderland the sky hangs low

And a purple mist is suffering from the inside

Where the emptiness feels like protection

And your thoughts are racing without words

In Wonderland, the eyes are closed

And the wind freezes your face

There are angels on your boots (1)

Sprinkle the streets with magic powder

When I tried to escape to a place that was not enough

I did not know that the road away from me, and further

Is leading back home

In Wonderland, the mantle was torn

And new wave music sweeping through the nightclubs (2)

And it looked like somebody had promised us

That the next thing would be the real thing (3)

When I tried to escape to a place that was not enough

I did not know that the road away from me, and further

Is leading back home