שישי בצהריים [Shishi Batzoraeim] [English translation]

It's Friday, the clock is showing that it's noon.

The sun is yelling at me to wake up.

I get ready, get dressed, brush my teeth.

I grab a small bag, I'm almost ready.

Today we're going to the beach.

Um Kultum is on the radio, I remembered that I didn't eat anything.

I'm parking, I'm arriving in a second.

Friday Noon at the beach,

Every week it's just,

Beers, paddle ball, and looking at the sky.

Everyone is on the sand.

And you pass by like in a song,

With a small bathing suit, maybe the prettiest in the city,

My head is spinning a little, my heart feels hungry.

Beers and the sun is a painful mix.

It's Friday, the clock is showing that it's the evening.

The sun is slowly setting.

I fold up, wash the sand off my legs.

You're right in front, I'm trying to being a little cool.

And trying to calm my heart.

You're coming closer with a smile, I'm stressed, I feel exposed.

Sorry, where are you coming from?

We're both in the car, I'm nervous and you're smiling,

And that's exactly what you like.