Look around,sweet child
Look above the sky,try to feel across those souls
Look behind the rain,look behind the veils of mosts.
Take out your cloth,take out the minds and hopes
Open wide your heart,open wide the windows of.

Behind the curtains of your eyes is hiding storm of tears
Behind the breathes of your mouth concentrated fear.
Throwing your fist,pointing the sky
Behind the image of yourself is image of lies.

Throw your hand,get off your kness
Leave the rope,leave all hopes of peace.
Death will come as level of your life
Dont race with her,never cross the line!


באר-שבע 2004