הקצב של העיר [HaKetsev Shel Ha'ir] [English translation]

It's another morning of routine, she walks in the street

And everyone around only watches her

She sends a kiss, and thus, without thinking,

She goes on a direct line -- Express to Tel Aviv

And in the city of dreams, she starts to become confused

Between all of the people, the noises, and the roads

And how hard it is for her to get used to it

That she already isn't the only one that turns heads

And in the air

The pace of the city

Fast, fast,

There's nothing to hide

And nothing to explain

She talks again to the wall

When she doesn't have anything to say

She starts to sing

She starts to...

Yes, after almost a year, she succeeded greatly.

She returns to visit and everyone's there waiting

She passes there glowing, tells about everything

It's good for business to befriend the outliers.

And everyone always tells her, "You won the world."

Only at night the pain comes.

And she's in between a thousand people, smiling to everyone

And she's in between a thousand people, and in all of this she's alone