מרוץ החיים [Merotz Ha'chaim] [English translation]

Why is everyone here making me hot

making me run, I feel pressured

the race of life, thirty, forty

at that age you should already be settled

And I don't have time, I want to go to the beach

Just because I feel like lying on the hot sand

Not to think too much, to maybe look at the birds

It's a little too much for me- a life that is too organized

Travelling through time, and when the small hand (of the clock)

gets closer to the digit I look in the mirror

The race of life, thirty, forty

at an age like that you should be settled

And I don't have time...

Be connected, be happy

be deliberate, it's much cooler

lose some weight, it'll be easy for you

be like everyone else, don't stand out

because you have no time, you have no time...

and I don't have time...