Harel Moyal - India | SingHebrew

betzaad kal besear ratov

With a light step and wet hair

ani yotze el horchov

I walk out into the street

cholef kemo rucha, kemo bat tzechok

Passing like a breeze, like a burst of laughter

batofet shel eglot tinok

In the chaos of baby strollers

hakol yarok, mofaz umchuyach

Everything is green, vibrant and smiling

umisaviv ze kemo mitevach (bum! terach!)

And around it's like a shooting range (Boom! Bang!)

neelamim

Disappearing

im kach o kach

Either way

ani beseder beyntayim

I'm fine for now

meani taym.

Money time.

hayeladim godlu leat

The children grew slowly

ata ohev otam kimat

You love them almost

kemo sheahavta zeman panuy

The way you loved free time

kemo sheahavta lo ladaat

The way you loved not knowing

ma bediuk tiv hayechasim

Exactly what the relationship is

beyn abahut venarkisizm

Between fatherhood and narcissism

im muaka temidit balev

With a constant heaviness in the heart

veshir eres al hasefatayim

And a lullaby on your lips

meani taym.

Money time.

hahatchalot shelecha adayin

Your beginnings are still here

aval hasof meever lapina

But the end is around the corner

vechal bar daat kol bar ayin

And any sensible person, any perceptive one

mevin shemashehu hishtana

Understands that something has changed

hayita menasa lauf

You'd try to fly

ilu hayita ish acher

If you were a different man

aval

But

ata rotze rak od mize

You just want more of this

ata cholem lehishaer

You dream of staying

ima shelecha shuv al hakav

Your mother is on the line again

ze lo bediuk matim achshav

This isn't quite a good time

ata kotev lah od chamesh dakot

You write to her in five minutes

nizkar baze acharey yomayim

You remember it two days later

meani taym!

Money time!

eyn zeman lanucha o lehitamek

No time to rest or reflect

lamrot sheeyn lecha safek

Even though you have no doubt

shehi bedikaon amok

That she's in a deep depression

kimat shana

Almost a year

ulay shenatayim

Maybe two

ata chayav lah et hakol

You owe her everything

velo yachol

And can't

latet lah kelum

Give her anything

perat lekium shel havtacha

Except for the keeping of a promise

shenilchasha meachorey delatayim

That was whispered behind closed doors

lehitkadem lelo mora

To move forward without fear

achshav eyn derech chazara ima

Now there's no way back, Mom

ma shehaya haya etyud

What was before was just a study

achshav ze meani taym

Now it's money time

(ze lo nigmar

(It's not over

ze rak hasof

It's just the end

ze lo nigmar)

It's not over)

yacholti lihyot pikaso

I could have been Picasso

aharon kopeland

Aaron Copland

dani din

Danny Dean

geveret dvvtfyyr

Mrs. Doubtfire

mister tamburin

Mr. Tambourine

keshehayiti ben 22

When I was 22

kama peniot lo lainyan

So many irrelevant turns

haarachot sheguyot shel dechifuyot uzman

Wrong assessments of urgency and time

heviuni ad lechan

Brought me here

shelomi sheben

Shlomi Shaban

kokhad shemukhad metumtam

Cokehead, shmokehead, fool

lo! ani lo rotze lehigael

No! I don't want to be saved

ken! ani mevin heytev et hahevdel

Yes! I understand perfectly well the difference

beyn tevivydlidi vtvvydlydm

Between Tweedledee and Tweedledum

gam im bilbalti beyneyhem lo paam

Even if I mixed them up more than once

al techapes bashir garam chesed

Don't look in the song for an ounce of grace

al techapes beshir emet

Don't look in the song for truth

al techapes et atzmecha

Don't look for yourself

veim timtza-

And if you find yourself-

al tistakel li baeynayim

Don't look me in the eyes

ze rak nishma kemo od masechet

It only sounds like another mask

kemo mutatzya shel shir lechet

Like a mutation of a marching song

ze shir halel

This is a song of praise

halluyah

Hallelujah

leshem

To the Name

avinu

Our Father

shebashamayim

Who art in heaven

hodu leshem ki tov

Give thanks to His Name for He is good

(halluyah! halluyah!)

(Hallelujah! Hallelujah!)

ki larov tov

For His goodness is great

betzaad kal uvsear ratov

With a light step and wet hair

hahatchalot iti adayin

My beginnings are still with me

aval hasof meever lapina

But the end is around the corner

vechal bar daat

And any sensible person

kol bar ayin

Any perceptive one

hevin shemashehu hishtana

Understood that something has changed

hayiti menase lauf ilu hayiti ish acher

I would have tried to fly if I were a different man

aval

But

ani rotze rak od mize

I just want more of this

ani cholem lehishaer

I dream of staying

al

On

haraglayim.

My feet.

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