At the corner of Eliyahu Salman1 that was Kishon Street
I remember messy children running in the streets
with everything that was once in me, that remains burning in me
today it's still easier for me to feel, but harder for me to describe
it's already a different world
At the corner of Eliyahu Salman1 from the side of Chacham Shalom1
pictures of Begin2 in yellow and black decorate the fences
From the southern synagogue there are scents of coffee and tea
Somewhere time stopped moving, somewhere it stopped coming apart, from speeding up
and she says to me you'll understand, simply, that's how people are, life is what it once was
she told me you'll understand, simply, that's how people are, painting the time in warm color
what was forgotten and disappeared, every emotion fell asleep
every old memory, old memory of a voice
from the corner of Eliyahu Salman1 , parallel to Yarkon Street
in three minutes you're in the shuk3, mingling with the crowd
a row of falafel stands that will give you their hearts
there luck controls the alleys
what was is what will be or won't be
and she says to me you'll understand, simply, that's how people are, life is what it once was
she told me you'll understand, simply, that's how people are, painting the time in warm color
what was forgotten and disappeared, every emotion fell asleep
every old memory, old memory of a voice
1. a. b. c. d. Street in Jerusalem2. Menachem Begin, former Prime Minister of Israel3. market