The kugiz- debut album


Free, free me
Out through my window
Strangers still feel like stones
And no light has come to my window pane last dawn
Would you heal me?
Can you still feel me?

Free, free me
In search for the laughter
In search for the smile that's gone
I'm alone so you can forgive this song
Will you come see me?
Will you come hear me again?

With a basket full of colored vegetables I skip the south
of frantic scenery
On a higher ground I hear the sound of a Sunday fair
Recline my head and turn it to the sight of the buttercup
bloom.

Free, free me
Under the moonlight
Strange faces passing by
And dream birds are singing weird songs to me at night
Would you come see me?
Would you come hill me again.

With a basket full of colored vegetables I skip the south
of frantic scenery
On a higher ground I hear the sound of a Sunday fair
Recline my head and turn it to the sight of the buttercup
bloom.


Bicycles on motor power are coming towards my state of
mind
They carry upon them at list a few envoys from the early
eighties
They frame me in a poster of my favorite side and disappear
in the afternoon.
[ Izhar shkedi-Erez kugler ]