| Shanim kulam borchim,
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| Shanim kulam chozrim,
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| Rodfim achrei hashemesh,
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| Shvuim betoch ma’agalim,
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| Kulam mesubachim,
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| Az mah at od cholemet,
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| Shanim hem mastirim,
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| Shanim kulam yodim,
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| Even mitapechet,
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| Baleilot uvayamim kulam kvar medabrim,
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| Lama at od nisheret…
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| Adif larutz laeish,
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| Lidrosh lo livakesh,
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| Mimah at mifachedet?
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| Ein ma lachsov shehu omer,
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| Ein zman yafeh yoter,
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| Hevi et hayom…
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| Shanim hem shoalim,
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| Shanim lo makshivim,
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| Somrim hakol babeten,
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| Ze mitztaver v’ze gover
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| V’ze basof gomer,
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| Al mah at medaberet,
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| Adif larutz laeish…
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| Yotzei sheat tamid shoteket
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| Aval bifnim ze bo’er v’nisraf hakol,
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| Kol hamilim she ne’almo
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| Timtze’i otan bachalomot shel acherim…
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| Shanim hem niftachim v’nisarim sgurim,
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| Neachazim baruach,
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| Kol ason rodef acher,
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| Ze ba ze medaber,
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| Chozrim l’petza hapatuach…
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| Adif larutz laeish…
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| Yotzei sheat tamid shoteket…
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| Shanim kulam borchim,
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| Shanim kulam chozrim,
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| Rodfim achrei hashemesh.
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| OTHER PEOPLE’S DREAMS
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| For years everyone flees,
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| For years everyone returns,
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| Chasing after the sun,
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| Prisoners inside cycles,
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| Everyone is involved,
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| So what are you still dreaming of,
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| For years they all hide it,
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| For years they all know,
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| A stone is turned over,
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| In the nights and the days everyone is already talking,
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| Why do you still remain…
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| Better to run to the fire,
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| To demand rather than to beg,
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| From what are you scared?
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| There’s nothing to think about that he says,
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| There’s no time more beautiful,
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| Bring the day…
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| For years they ask,
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| For years they don’t listen,
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| Keeping everything in the stomach,
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| It piles up and it gets stronger
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| And in the end it finishes,
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| What are you talking about,
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| Better to run to the fire…
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| On the outside you are always quiet,
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| But inside it burns and consumes everything,
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| All the words that disappear
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| You will find them in the dreams of others…
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| For years they are opened yet remain closed up,
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| Held by the wind,
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| Every tragedy chases differently,
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| It comes it speaks,
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| They return to the open wound…
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| Better to run to the fire…
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| On the outside you are always quiet…
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| For years everyone flees,
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| For years everyone returns,
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| Chasing after the sun. |