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The world is full of terror
If someone makes an error
He’s gonna blow us up to biddy biddy kingdom come
There are some crazy rulers they hide and try to fool us
With demonic, technologic willingness to harm

They’re gonna push the button
push the button push the bu push the bu push the button
Il ya plein de souffrance
Dans les rues il y a trop de violence
Et on a beaucoup de chance d’être vivant même pas blessés
Avancement tactique de régime fanatique
Situation tragique qui me met les larmes aux yeux

And I don’t want to die
I want to see the flowers bloom
Don’t want a go capoot ka boom
And I don’t want to cry
I wanna have a lot of fun
Just sitting in the sun

But nevertheless

He’s gonna push the button
push the button push the bu push the bu push the button


(потом он поет на иврите чето типо:
Messages are blowing up on me,
Missiles are flying and falling on me,
Cops and robbers running around on me,
And they’re jumping on me, bothering me.
My god, my god, answer me god?
This nightmare is too long,
When I am barely alive and everybody is aiming at me
it might be too soon to sing
“I Gave My Life for Thee”
Why, why - police patrol
Wow, wow - paramedical
Here it is in the Kdam (prelims), a song without Salam (peace in Arabic).
Red is not just a color, it’s more like blood,
Stopping my breath again,
So my soul won’t pop out.
Here is war, here is the soul [or: here is war, here is CPR]
Boom boom this is what is happening now,
Between rocket and machete, between viewer and reporter,
Between underhanded opportunism and kidnapping,
Escalation rises up the stairs and takes a (front) line.
Nothing is what everybody does.
Extremists getting more extreme and officers acting serious,
The naive turn to moderation and wait for information
And answer that everyone is helpless.
A world full of demons, and we are only pawns,
And champions with poker chips decide what will be.
Things are run slowly, a ship full of water,
And everybody is drinking l’chaim, drowning next to each other.
Maybe this is too blunt, maybe we should sing about palm trees,
Sing about a desert without flags.
I’m still alive alive alive, and if it continues to be frightening,
Only then will I say: )

I’m gonna push the button
push the button push the bu push the bu push the button