בית משוגעים [Beyt Meshuga'im] [English translation]

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