[Spoken intro]
The term "protest singer"... it never really spoke to me. I also don’t know, if you ask me, ‘who is a protest singer?’ I think that... there are singers that write their songs, and they write about life, and about all the various aspects of life...

[Verse]
Sometimes the sea is quiet and there are no waves
And the frustration surrounds you in circles
In the end we get used to everything, in the end we aren’t surprised
One day they love you, another day they are disgusted by you
Riding with spokes in the wheels
Among an angry mob, yelling, waving flags
So many questions and no one to answer
But everyone has an opinion and a solution, everyone is a genius
They did not do anything, but are proud
Acting like individuals, but are identical
I see them taking credit for the work of others
It bums me out, but hey, that is life
A world trampling tradition and heritage
An enthusiastic disposition is demanded against the network
Giving hand to this destruction and ruin
All day in front of this shitty laptop
What happened to in-the-flesh relationships?
What happened to connecting like humans?
This whole world is on a repeating loop of sarcasm and unrest
Living through the Facebook and the WhatsApp, fuck
Could it be, I’m an alien, could it be?
The Selfish Gene strikes without mercy
We’re born to work, to fight
To speak harshly and be defensive instead of observing
And I’m not a great sage, I’m an idiot
I don’t read Ma’ariv or Yediot
I don’t see the reality through the news screen
But somehow, I live like everyone with the fear of
What will become of us, what will happen with with us
Who are we, who’s against us, what did we take, what is ours?
Maybe some psycho will decide he is sick of us
Launch a missile that will get rid of us all
Maybe the whole point is missed
Maybe all the energy is wasted
Someone ask the Europeans how it feels to live in quiet and serenity
For us it is just tension and predators
An advancement that is butchering my soul
Giant screens, antennas flying about
And meanwhile in the global sector
Ants work, worshipping everything that kills us
Crony Capitalism, underworld, land territory
Game pieces, politics, and wars
And there is no chance we will be able to buy an apartment
And there is no one to vote for in the elections
They buy us with a little “Kaparah”, a little “Habibi”
I don’t believe to anyone, definitely not to Bibi
We know how to complain and hate viciously
But we are the messed up ones, because who fucking elected them?
Israeli Arrogance, we know more than anyone
And fuck with the rest of the world, yeah we are the chosen ones
The Holy Land, flowing with milk and honey
Workers fantasizing about the weekend
And sometimes everything looks the same, the winter doesn’t end
A routine that drips leaves me with a bitter taste
On life, I just want to taste another victory
Living between excessive aspirations and lacking confidence
For many years, I’m living the sessions
Working at night while everyone is sleeping
Sometimes there’s no chance to move ahead
Dead tired, but unable to fall asleep
The seasons pass, Tishrei and then Kislev
Happiness within the sadness will fit together
How amidst this race I didn’t notice
A fucked up world, any imbecile becomes a celeb
Sometimes all glances are towards me
I want to earn recognition, but get mad when they talk about me
Go and try changing people, take away their alienation
Burn tobacco, but that won’t burn the frustration
And try to look really cool
Crying in the heart, missing Old School
And the lives across from you everything's so easy
And only I’m stupid, angry and frustration
Waiting for redemption to soon knock on the door
Sometimes everything collapses and again I fall crying like a child
I dig and am amazed, sin and pray
Somes I just get upset and curse
I have a chance to be saved
There is no chance that I will apologize
For who I am, what I am, my truth
My extra weight, my stutter is my bracelet
And there is room to learn from every mistake
I want to see clearly even there’s no view
There is still a long journey, school of identity
This is Ebb and Flow