ככה פשוט [Kacha Pashut] [English translation]

There is not much left of us

Just a little of you on the pillow

And my heart looks like a souvenir shop

In a corner of Yafo in Tel Aviv

When the ego and the anger are good friends

That doesn't make me any good

That's how two people take off their clothes

And play in "what is to love"

But how sad is the end of this game and with tears

Some times we talk to each other by short messages

He sends me some red heart, red, and it makes me

To feel inside being in a lot of trouble

And how everything suddenly feels like a mistake

We talk a language of pain and loneliness

I try ignore, my heartbeat rate is at thousand pm

I just love you so much

There is not much left of us

Just a few difficult hours

And the friends come to sew up, to patch things up

With a needle and thread of clichés

But all the night long my fear is awake

The longing comes and leaves

Then I tried to escape for a while

To screw my mind

This reality is hurting me

But how sad is the end of this game and with tears

Some times we talk to each other by short messages

He sends me some red heart, red, and it makes me

To feel inside being in a lot of trouble

And how everything suddenly feels like a mistake

We talk a language of pain and loneliness

I try ignore, my heartbeat rate is at thousand pm

I just love you so much