Prepare to death oh little one!
Ever since you were born
People were putting you in cages
To show you how the death feels.
Poverty,
Madness,
Corruption,-
First death's steps on this land,
Land that supposed to be ours.
Walk the street,
Look around –
There is sadness in every door,
There are forgotten hopes in every soul.
Look around oh little one!
A retarded generations!
They sold riches of our fathers for illusions!
For an apple computer!
For a Toshiba plasma!
Once people's hearts were open!
Look at us now!
We don’t give a hand
Not only to tired strangers
That coming our way,
But even to our friends.
To our self we are strangers now.
Once
We could actually breath here,
Now only a polluted air is left to breath,
Once
People's hearts were warm,
Now they are just a piece of meet
Connected to reviving machine.
Once
We all were sitting together around a big fire
That was giving life to all of us.
Now we are suffocating inside our prestigious apartments
Alone.
(And my grandfather was telling me it's gonna be all right
He died so where this "all right" now?)
Prepare to death oh little one
But fear not,
In the end
We only get what we deserve.
נפגש איפה שהזמן נגמר
בקצה הנפש
שלי ושלך
הירח יראה לנו את הדרך.
על בחורה עם מחלת נפש.
אני יכול לראות את זה בבירור,-
חמש,
עשר,
עשרים
שנים מעכשיו
עדיין תחזרי לאותו מקום ארור
אולי אפילו לאותו חדר גדול
(יש בו מקום לכולנו),
לאותם אחים ורופאים,
שנה אחרי שנה.
כאשר מספר המבקרים יצטמצם
ובסוף רק האמא תהיה לידך
רק האמא
בדיוק כמו שזה היה כשנולדת.
בבלוג זה
בכל הבלוגים
