I now sit close to the sky
Trying to find answers to the question
Taking off my shoes
Soldiers are now leaving the Merkava*
Yes, I sit there, thinking...
About you a little, to cause the heart to ache a bit...
You probably know the next sentence,
In a day or too I'm coming back.
It's over... Over... Over?
And on our way back home
We stopped at a falafel stand
And people there looked and clapped their hands
"Our heroes" they said with love
And I stand there, hiding,
A bit too much for me, being the one who guards...
And for bite to bite a thought rises...
Damn, how many heroes are there in the country.
It's over... Over... Over?
And from then, you can count almost two years
And today I'm dealing with acceptance
In a moment I'll hear the cheering...
And then I'll shout from the stage with all my might
And if you hear, if you listen
You can still find pain between the words
And I promise not to write about it anymore
Only in the next time that if I'll break...
It's over... Over... Over?
There's a land, near Jerusalem
Where a war is still raging
Because people lose their mind there...
Not waiting for heroes in any corner.
Over. Over. Over.