José

The suitcases at the door José is about to leave
To war for his country with no return date
He tells the children to pray a lot for their father, I will miss them
And a worried wife, an agony eager to complain

(José, José)

Who takes care of us and protects us as you always have?
How do I sleep? If I used to sleep snuggled in your chest
Who wakes up my mornings with charm and little kisses?
And this Christmas
Who lights up the tree?

And even though I have hope that God follows your steps
It is well known that a soldier can easily fail
Who guarantees me that you will come back home?
Because I look at your picture and feel like crying

Now tell me, Who?
Now tell me, Who?

Adventure

I present to you
Miri Ben-Ari

She's nasty
Cry violin, cry
A slightly bitter story
José has to leave
A soldier in battle without knowing his end
He says goodbye and tells the youngest one not to cry like that

That he will be back soon and the wife silently hides the suffering
She has a lump in her throat, but doesn't want to cry
She knows that with tears nothing can be fixed
And she disguises her sadness with an angelic smile
Although dying inside, she would like to reproach

(José, José)

Who takes care of us and protects us as you always have?
How do I sleep? If I used to sleep snuggled in your chest
Who wakes up my mornings with charm and little kisses?
And this Christmas, Who lights up the tree?

And even though I have hope that God follows your steps
Today it is known that a soldier can easily fail
Who guarantees me that you will come back home?
Because I look at your picture and feel like crying

Now tell me, Who?
Now tell me, Who?

This one goes out to all those fallen soldiers
The heroes that go to battle for us may they rest in peace