'77] [שבעים ושבע [Shivim vesheva] [English translation]

Suddenly my head flew back

I just can't stop counting

And when I got to seventy-seven

I do know how to continue

Something around there happened...

I could actually return there and regret it

So I took a pill that encourages your thought

It seems like, that at seventy-seven

I can't count any further

Elvis got bombarded with sweets

Maccabi Tel Aviv beats the Russians (1)

And most of the citizens voted Mahal

In Seventy-seven

(And Anwar came...) (2)

Here's a soldier of the Hagana (3)

A gun slung around the neck, a guitar under the bed

I had so much love inside of me

In Seventy-seven

(And we had to wear our berets) (4)

(INTERLUDE)

I've heard that the punkrock craze is going around

(a Revolution ?)

The leaders are talking about a crazy killer

In the city they said, that it's a time of boom (X)

Back in Seventy-seven

We do not know what else

Suddenly my head flew back

I can't stop counting

And when I got to seventy-seven

I can't count any further

I can't count any further

• Artist:Berry Sakharof