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Chom Yuli August

July August Heat

by Shlomo Artzi

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chom yuli ogust az haya kaved meod,
The heat of July August was very heavy then,
sheat tzahorayim, hapeluga holcha bavadi.
Noontime, the platoon marched through the wadi.
tirshom basefer daf, medubar bemilchamot,
Write in the book a page, it's about wars,
tirshom petzuim sheroadim, veze normali.
Write down wounded men trembling, and that's normal.
haneurim yafim, hakayitz eyn sofi.
Youth is beautiful, the summer is endless.
vaaknin higia lapeluga, aluf kiryat gat,
And Oknin arrived at the platoon, the champ of Kiryat Gat,
saraf tzerifim, barach leveyt guvrin,
Burned down barracks, fled to Beit Guvrin,
hamishtara beikvotayv, rak po nirga ketzat.
The police on his trail, only here he calmed down a bit.
et ma sheani zocher mize ani roshem,
What I remember from it I write down,
merachafim baalunkot shenayim beli shem,
Floating on stretchers two without a name,
bazeman haacharon etzli temunot chozrot misham,
Lately the images keep coming back to me from there,
bazikaron hameumam sheli hayom,
In my hazy memory today,
masach kaved shel milchamot vahazayot.
A heavy curtain of wars and hallucinations.
chom yuli ogust az, itzterubal echad nosher
The heat of July August then, a single pinecone falls
masok nochet, ani shochev levad bashetach.
A helicopter lands, I'm lying alone in the field.
keshehamasok neelam, ani pitom raev,
When the chopper disappears, I'm suddenly hungry,
met leechol otcha bivsis haem lanetzach.
Dying to eat you at the base forever.
ani chozer im pas elayich leveytcha,
I come back with a stripe to your house,
soger ta'chadar, gam elohim lo yikanes po.
Lock the room, even God won't enter here.
pitom avich nichnas, nira kemo boche,
Suddenly your father walks in, looks like he's crying,
bateala peluga shelema chotfa esh n"s be"tempo".
In the trench a whole platoon took fire in a "Tempo".
et ma sheani zocher mize ani roshem,
What I remember from it I write down,
tofes monit cheyfanit, kofetz ladiskotek.
Grab a Haifa taxi, jump to the discotheque.
zonot al hagader etzli baguf rak shed boer,
Whores on the fence, in my body only a demon burns,
holech lirkod im chayalim metim balev.
Going to dance with dead soldiers in my heart.
tirshom tirshom, roshem roshem.
Write it down write it down, writing writing.
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