I will not forget mud puddles in January 1995
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I fly on the scooter as if I were at least on a Jaguar
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The smell of the fish with the red sauce sings the cassettes live the dream
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Cut children play with love so what do you say truth or duty?
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The rumors are still flying in my high school hiding the secrets in my closet
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So that father didn't know, the counselor wouldn't listen. Oh, what a shame, this is the end of me
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Studying math instead of income tax and people
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I wasn't in the section so they pushed me a 40 milligram white pill
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And how these people are not ashamed
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We built another mall where we used to play
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And paper airplanes still fly like life
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And every day every day
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I want to return
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Every day
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To the house and to you and to the innocence that was still in the eyes
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every day every day
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I will not forget Tzalim, you are at home, I close Shabbat
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4-8 get up keep mom on the line be strong
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At the weekend I return to the brothers changing life on the bench
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Atonement will pass the seeds and Hayat will also light some coal
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Then I fall asleep in the living room and my sister throws an unrelated exit
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Go take a shower and you and your friends smell like an ashtray
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In your mother let me go I haven't showered in two days or more
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I had a friend from the base that I liked and she found some other sh**
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From the roller to the skaters, the company, the students, I am the truth, she seduced me
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Running here after dreams for miles and living in the illusion of spotlights and confetti
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Black and white photos full of dust how beautiful I was I changed
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And how far it is from me how far it is from me
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And every day every day I want to go back... |