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The Mulberry Garden

Unfortunately, I breathe in air and go down to the park
Can it be called that?
With vomit of drunks and globs of snot....
With overflowing garbage alive inanimate and growing
Waste of mulberries and famished cats
Whatever happens here it's more hard than for me
Two religious guys are betting on what they don't have
A military border guard girl is grinded thin in the heat of July
One from Bezalel 1 with a camera looks evil...
And there the old orthodox guy that lives across the street
And a group of tourists from Israel not abroad
Easy to recognize by the phones
The clothes, body language, and the ironic smile
And to those that happen to pass by
The people look somewhere between weird and unusual
 
It's the garden nearby, the mulberry garden
Only coming to it, costs me my health
But staying at home, that causes degeneration
So I'll strongly recommend it to any passer by looking for a direction.
 
In the sun's heat, breathe in smoke and go down to the park
I'm meeting Shaul and Half2 and Mark
I don't come here every day, but it's not unusual
Addicted to it? Maybe, a little, a smidge, in some way...
It's as if Zionism has forgotten the mulberry garden
There are no fit soldiers here on a journey 3
But there's no corruption, everyone's a minority and...
There's a wandering of straying souls
Of people who wrongly believe
That they are interesting to
Someone or something and not to her!
Maybe their family members, maybe God
But okay, fine, as long as they're kind of healthy
Sometimes there's an advantage in not noticing the details
And for those who don't sit here by chance
The people look a bit like you, a bit like me...
 
It's the garden nearby the mulberry garden...
 
It just sucks you in like some sewage pit
And you and me like water drift in it backwards
It reduced differences, diminishes the gaps 4
And for those who happen not to sleep here
The whole world looks between weird and unusual.
 

• 1. Bezalel Academy of Arts and Design.
• 2. Not sure what he means here.
• 3. In the military sense, not sure what the right word here is.
• 4. Both words mean 'difference' in Hebrew.

Time to Wake Up

Wake up call!
Don’t believe in weapons, believe in poetry
Old enough to make the choice
Crying ain’t wrong when the situation’s so bad
Every tear that drops reminds
Exactly how much the rulers
And us are in nowhere near the same boat.
When someone sets himself on fire
How come we are the ones who feel bad about it?
They use the media to hunker down and program
Inject the lie in us so we’ll believe it’s truth
Do you get it? - I reckon it stinks from the head down
When they tell me to relax - that’s the time to fear
That what I thought was logical - is not logical at all
It’s the spin that distorts from A to B
 
It's time to wake up, the house is falling apart
Let's come out of our holes together, enough of hiding
Raise your hands, open your mouth
Against all of us there’s no way they'll hold on for long
 
It's time to wake up, the house is falling apart
Let's come out of our holes together, enough of hiding
Raise your hands, open your mouth
Against all of us there’s no way they'll hold on for long
 
It's time to wake up...
 
To the folks of the protests we give praise
For they aim to lighten the load to fix the wrong
Enough of the slave ethic
Want to live in style
If we care about our kids’ future
Then let's break the rules now
So don’t put down, my weapons
New flags will yet unfurl
The black days will yet fade
Happy children will yet play
For the sake of our future we’ll go out into the Square
We’ll show you exactly who doesn't belong
And the hero of the tents will yet return
Who is the messiah and who the mule
So my brothers, don’t cower
Hold strong, don’t bend
My brothers, don’t cower
Not all of our brains have been washed
 
It's time to wake up, the house is falling apart
Let's come out of our holes together, enough of hiding
Raise your hands, open your mouth
Against all of us there’s no way they'll hold on for long
 
It's time to wake up, the house is falling apart
Let's come out of our holes together, enough of hiding
Raise your hands, open your mouth
Against all of us there’s no way they'll hold on for long
 
It's time to wake up...
 

Trumpeldor

Sometimes I say Fichs, ya varadi,
How life had suddenly become difficult
Allah to the goats, without exaggeration, has become a nightmare
And if anything will help me now, it's just a cruise,
Then bring the harvest from abroad and get stoned
Because when the fears of the Jews become clearer,
When the jasmine controls only one prominent thing.
 
No one is quicker than me
In the first chord, there is no second
Much more than a hero from Trumpeldor
A bad boy more than a boy
No one is quicker than me
In the first chord, there is no second
The words, like osmosis,
Prevents psychosis.
 
Both in LA and in Manali,
Israelis are like dental chocolate,
At least that's what I think, I'm dying for the paradoxical.
Baba, do not swell, all the amulets you are distributing also have
Taste, there is also a smell,
Of corruption and of corruption, Baba I suggest that you address
Eli with more caution.
 
No one is quicker than me
 
And the inspiration, the sour source,
The elephant, and the path to the god, into consciousness.
I know, that I touch then it also hurts and it's crazy.
 
No one is quicker than me ...
 
The fish also swims, like a snapping snake,
Does not leave anyone indifferent ...
 
No one is quicker than me ...