זאת האמת [Zot Ha'emet] [English translation]

All the long words

By which you [m] have always tried to say what is possible to see

All the first wounds

That made you stronger for the length of journey because of falls

All the old tears

From which go out your songs, they [tears] know you the best

With time you [m] became someone who looks narrowly

With time the thoughts come, carressing the pain

Do you hate? Do you love?

Maybe you are quite lonely

Knocks at door are heard

Open now

This is the truth

All the long words

By which you [m] have always tried to say what is possible to see

All the desperate prayers

Of which you have always been afraid

That you already won't be able to change yourself