And so i enter the room, and ask
"is everyone here, so to speak, alright, everyone still alive?"
and you still sing with a guitar, longing for the sea
because the desire for love never ends
I will not explain it all, just how i desired you
and when the war broke out, we lived in the kitchen
and when the war passed, like every thing passes
i started a band, guitar, bass and drummer
and the band performed powerfully, herself
and the broadcaster screamed the punk, the punk returned to the city
and all November when it became sad and cold for us
we clung together and again clung to life
And I enter the room and flowers on your head
the television already works on the people
so come and let's be foolish, and we will talk truth
i tell you we will undress, in order to cling together
I will not explain all, how we made love
we clung to g-d, inside stadiums
Michelle, Michelle1i called you, and you laughed at this.
and in the circle you clung to me, at the death of our father Itzhak2
and the band....
And thus we clung there to earth, to conquests
i want to sleep with you, you screamed at me on the streets
and sometime would whisper to me, between people
let's marry, make a child with me, and write me a song
I will not explain all, about yesterday that was
about all the bands, about the friends that disappeared
and in the light of the Autumn evening when it became already cold
we clung to the music, music, music, music
and the band....
And so i enter the room, and ask
"is everyone here, so to speak, alright, everyone still alive?"
and you still sing with a guitar, longing for the sea
because the desire for love never ends
1. referring to the Beatles song perhaps2. referring to the death of Itzhak Rabin