Year to War • Song • Yossi Wallach

A year before the war
And in each of us
something has changed.

A year in which the laughter stopped
less hugs
And less "hello".

Change the words in it
"freedom" and "sparrow"
were not properly understood.

Maybe it should have been defined
them in the dictionary again.
A year of tears
of mother earth.

of rugs covering a figure
of sorrow, grief, and orphans.
of strangers wrapped in majesty
and soldiers in a volley of honor.

Year that the abductees
Conveyors to the deal
God forbid you turn into pulp.

A year of a bombarded north
year that man
He packed his backpack from there.

A year waiting for one
come to your senses and understand
And he will see the reality and believe
And will finally give an answer
to the shelled and tortured north.

There are many other things
Accompany the falling year
but the most important
that next year
be enough
Wise and talented.

work with reason, and logic,
And every way of it is respectable
And you better start
From the light to the heavy.

She has a boyfriend
All parts to pay.
put it together people
the stunning wonderful,
The wise sage.

And so it will be produced above it
The picture of victory.