It's already raining and it's winter
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Tel Aviv is blocked and so is Haifa.
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sit down boy sit down
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I tell you to sit down
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And we both drive on dirt roads.
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looking through the glass,
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We have a country, why one more?
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Outside is a Monday sunset,
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And Arabs pray because what a holiday.
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A friend from whom such a journey in the winter is looking at me.
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His legs are short but his head is smart
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We are both on the run, everything here is moving, he tells me
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You are also a father, you are also a human being.
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looking through the glass,
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His eyes are sensitive, yes yes.
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Strange how the foreign enemy
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He seems human and also scared.
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I have a wife, this is your mother
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We'll go, we'll go, maybe we'll get there by tomorrow,
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If we don't slow down, we won't look, we won't pay attention to the details,
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We will not reach a new land
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We will not arrive, we will arrive, we will arrive in a new land.
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Two sheep go up the mother of the road
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We won't run them over, we don't run over them.
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Sit, boy, sit.
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I tell you to sit down.
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Abundant milk does not mean miracles,
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He pulls out a pocket camera,
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He thinks heaven is accurate
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He denies lying to him which is scary
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And take a picture so we remember what happened.
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I read in the newspaper about a hundred-year-old woman,
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All her life she did good deeds.
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Sit, boy, sit.
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I tell you to sit down.
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Not all people are born bad.
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A long time ago, she died quite a long time ago
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Your father will die one day too.
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No, heaven does not exist.
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Maybe there is a new country.
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I have a wife, this is your mother...
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It's already raining and it's winter
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Once upon a time everything was rosy,
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Sit down boy, sit down why cuddle
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Something creaks in the memory.
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looking through the signs,
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Eyes are there to look.
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say ask me whether,
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Will they even let us in?
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Friends, I already miss such a trip in the winter,
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My father is sleeping, old and withdrawn.
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With him I walked through the eyes that I no longer have
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Now my children go with me.
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looking through the glass,
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We have a country - why another one?
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Outside is a Monday sunset,
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Inside I and he are like one man.
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I have a wife, this is your mother... |