החברים הישנים שלי [HaChaverim Hayeshanim Sheli] [English translation]

My old friends, they're all the same

One became a big hero and the other got wiped out

A few others traveled far in order to return

The tenth one who I once left far behind

My old friends in the black book

Everyone who I now love

Everyone I will remember

And for whom it interests, we'll smoke and talk

About sport and art until the night will end

Until the night ends, lines and lines of people

Pass through my dreams

Until the night ends I'll still manage to speak

About every subject in the world

If G-d exists or doesn't exist

If there's a reason for disappointments

Whole lives in bags of plastic

And they pull at me by the edge of my shirt

My old friends have an unusual taste

He who was furthest away says he thinks about me a lot

And he who loved to drink remained with the habit

To a world of grownups he tries to get accustomed

He who loved to know, still he asks questions

And he who thought things were good for him is now praying

And even I remained almost the same way

Threatening to go but in the end I remain

Until the night ends, lines and lines of people

Pass through my dreams

Until the night ends I'll still manage to speak

About every subject in the world

If G-d exists or doesn't exist

If there's a reason for disappointments

Whole lives in bags of plastic

And they pull at me by the edge of my shirt

Whole lives in bags of plastic

Arguing if this happened or didn't happen or didn't happen

My old friends are not all the same

One became a big hero and the other got wiped out

And a few others traveled far in order to return

This love which I once left behind