The July-August heat was very heavy
Afternoon, the brigade walk through the wadi
Write a page in a book, we're talking about war
Write down shivering wounded, that's normal

The youths are handsome, the summer endless
Aknin came to the brigade the champion of Kiryat Gat
Burned down barracks, fled to Beit Juvrin
The police are on his footsteps, only here can he rest a bit

What I remember I'm writing down
Two men without names pass by on stretchers
Recently pictures from there come back to me
In my hazy memory of today
A heavy screen of wars and delusions

July-August heat, one pinecone drops
A helicopter land I lie alone on the ground
When the helicopter vanishes I'm suddenly hungry
Dying to eat you at the mother base forever

I return on a train to you at your house
Close the room, even God won't come in
Suddenly your father comes in, look likes he's been crying
At the canal an entire brigade was ambushed

What I remember I'm writing down
Catch a cab to the discotheque
Whores on the fence, in my body only a burning ghost
I go to dance with soldiers dead in their hearts