YIHYEH TOV

I look from the window
and this makes me sad,
the spring has passed, it didn't return
who knows if it will come back
the jester became a king
the prophet became a jester
and I forgot the way
but I'm still here

And it will be good
it will be good, yes
sometimes I'm broken
then the night
oh the night
I stay with you

Children are flying like birds
and flying to the army
and after two years
they return without repentance
people live in comfort
looking for a reason to breathe
between hatred and murder
speaking about peace

And it will be good...

(Yes) there above in the sky
clouds are learning to fly
and I look up
and see a stolen stick
a government of generals
dividing the landscape
for them and for us
and we don't see/when will we see the end

We will still learn to live together
among the olive trees
children will live without fear
without borders, without shelters
the grass will grow on graves
for peace and love
a hundred years of sword
and hope is not lost yet

And it will be good...

I look from the window
maybe I'll reach, maybe I'll reach, yes I'll reach,
a new day

Here comes the Egyptian president
how happy I was to meet him
pyramids in his eyes
and peace in his pocket
and we said to him in peace
we will live like brothers
and then he said in advance,
just get out of the bow