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1981 - it all began
Since then, every picture I digitally enhance
I examine and look at all my possibilities
To understand where and when I’ve made mistakes
Slowly the years had passed and I've grown up
I counted the cold nights
I understood that from every mistake - I must learn
And to finally "get it", you must flip the hourglass to make it work
Pleasures only came during the first years
When you are still a young kid - passing the time
I wish that, sometimes, I would have just stayed young
But the past is the past; the future is obsolete
Put on a scale - the justice is already here
Fifteen years and it’s all fun - fun
'95 - Six months in the hospital
Extreme - this is who I am, nothing held back
'96 and I get it: music is art
I start looking beyond just the culture
True family - come from the streets
A period when I met my brothers and sisters
'99 - First love
2000 - To combat military. The love went away like it never was
Not because I wanted, the opposite is true
They were right to say that a combat soldier is alone until the end
Adi, Beni, Omar - your heart will always stay
Justice is broken, Memory is always kept
In 2001, I got a flash of light
I went to produce on the radio, not all is black
Right, this is small - but still in combat military
Need a reason and strength to stay relevant
See the world spinning hard around me
Standing still, immersed in myself
I don’t give up, still I write and I create
And as the beat in loop, I also return
I count, keep hitting *** the snare
Every word, Every note, Every violin, Every piano
The metronome is in the heart with every breath that I count
2003 and I close another chapter
2004 and I made a chart
The things that I like and the things that are horrible
Hate it when a soldier says he is combat from the "kirya"
It's sad that you helped everyone, but what about yourself?
2007, mother murdered dad
The world turned upside down, it's like Lucifer had touched her
It's horrific, but there are also the things that I like
Thank God for the words that I write
That I have the option to pass it all on paper
And add to the binder that sits on the shelf
Thankful for the handful of true friends
Better to have a few real ones, than many liars
Like a friend once said - "Go back to writing"
With every word that is written, the ink begins to hurt
Leave the darkest thoughts behind
Going forward into the future, but I must remember the past
Father, I hope that you are in the army of the light
Through my eyes, now you can see
Be proud! Strong and firm
And until the day we will meet, in the meantime I am here
Waiting quietly, looking at the time
Every minute, every second, between rain and cloud
Listen to the words coming out of the throat
Open your eyes, so you won’t be doomed
Everyone's got the talent, deep inside their heart
And we will finish this song on the last snare tone