Who are you and what do you love?
And how many thoughts, say what are you thinking about?
And how aren’t you inviting (anyone) to the wedding?
Say was there a Rabbi there or was it just a ruckus?
Let me answer, let me explain
How I love the catastrophe of the city
Let me enjoy myself, let me move
To open up everything like champagne in Paris
At night I feel like
Dancing with stars
Like throwing off my clothes
Not thinking about whether they are watching
And at sunrise I feel like
Celebrating life
Like running away sometimes
Because anyways it's a madhouse here
When did you choose to come out?
Say aren't you the one who was with Ninet (Tayeb)?
When will you bring us a telenovela?
Woah your life is really like a movie
Let me answer, let me explain
There’s a chance that then I was with half a city
Let me enjoy myself, let me move
To open up everything like champagne in Paris
I came back from New York
After a few years
One suitcase
For a two-room apartment
In Jaffa on the roof
I wrote myself songs
There wasn’t anywhere to run to
I just wanted to come straight back
To the madhouse