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kar bair
Cold in the city
chatuley horchov yeshenim
Street cats are sleeping
panasey rechov shevurim hofchim batey kevarot leyatushim
Broken street lamps turn cemeteries into mosquito clouds
sufa
A storm
tziur shel ish bagir al kevish
A chalk drawing of a man on the road
uvtocho gufah
And inside it a corpse
hair hazot yoda yamim tovim yoter, yafim yoter
This city has known better days, more beautiful days
yamim bahem yadata im ratzachta lo yarashta
Days when you knew if you killed you wouldn't inherit
yamim bahem achuz hazakaim levagruyot haya gavoha
Days when the percentage of those eligible for graduation was high
veomru kan laberiut shehitatasht
And people said bless you when you sneezed
hair hazot hoyta mashehu beset nashim shelo ovru test
This city was something like a set of women who failed their driving test
hayu lokchot monit velo noheget
They would take a taxi and not drive themselves
lamrot shelefi netuney hasetatistika nashim osot pachot teunot
Even though statistically women cause fewer accidents
aval setatistika af paam lo dovka bair hazot
But statistics never stuck in this city
bair hazot lenayadut hamishtara eyn sirenot
In this city the police cars have no sirens
im hayu merov migrenot lo yacholta lishon
If they did from all the migraines you couldn't sleep
eyn kelita veyesh kol kochl harbe antenot
There's no reception and there are so many antennas
anashim chotfim sartan kemo tzollan bekishon
People catch cancer like a diver in the Kishon river
kar bair
Cold in the city
chatuley horchov yeshenim
Street cats are sleeping
panasey rechov shevurim hofchim batey kevarot leyatushim
Broken street lamps turn cemeteries into mosquito clouds
sufa
A storm
tziur shel ish bagir al kevish
A chalk drawing of a man on the road
uvtocho gufah
And inside it a corpse
hair sefina
The city is a ship
beni lemafrea
Its buildings built in reverse
shearey lechasdey ruchot lashamayim
Its gates at the mercy of the winds to the sky
levorecha
For the fugitive
laochez karnot mizbecha
For one who clings to the altar's horns
leshochecha arachayv
For one who forgot his values
cholat yarecha, zo hair
Moon-sick, this city
al achbarey shikorey vehasetav
With its mice its drunks and the autumn
az keshetavo lair hazot el tevakesh et giborey
So when you come to this city don't ask for its heroes
bakesh lecha kesharim lameavtecha bakenisa
Ask for connections to the bouncer at the door
hair perutza, chosefet befaneycha shadey
The city is wide open exposing its chest to your face
mea elef sarsurey dochakim sa svl' sa
A hundred thousand pimps urging move along get out
beshaarey hair hazot lo ba af ish akavish
At the gates of this city no Spider-Man ever came
hatoar ninga' lo davak beyn gevulotey batzav
The title of ninja never stuck within its borders in the end
afilu rubin hod male bechavanot tovot lo ba bah
Even Robin Hood full of good intentions never came through
ulay aley beaba al arbaim shoddayv
Maybe Ali Baba with his forty thieves
af chatul lo hizdaek mul galgalayv shel betamobil
Not a single cat stirred before the wheels of the Batmobile
veluis layn o mari ge'yn lo daagu leish babayit
And Lois Lane or Mary Jane didn't worry about anyone at home
im bachadashot hoyta achat aperil onil
If there had been an April O'Neil on the news
ulay haya kam haadam sheyitragesh mikeripetonayt
Maybe someone would have risen who gets stirred by kryptonite
hair sefina...
The city is a ship...