קול זיכרון ישן [Kol Zikaron Yashan] [English translation]

At the corner of Eliyahu Salman that was on Kishon Street

i remember disorderly children running in the streets

with all that was once within me, that left me burning

today it's easy for me to feel but difficult to describe

it's already a different world

At the corner of Eliyahu Salman from the Chacham Shalom side

pictures of Begin in black-yellow adorn the fences

from the southern synagogue there are scents of coffee and tea

somewhere there time stopped moving, somewhere there it ceased crumbling, from hurrying.

And she says to me understand, simply this is how people, living how it was once

she says to me understand, simply this is how people, paint time with a warm color

which has been forgotten and disappeared, every emotion that has fallen asleep

every old memory, sound of an old memory

At the corner of Eliyahu Salman that runs parallel to Yarkon Street

in three minutes you are in the shuk, mixing with the masses

a row of falafel stalls that would give you their hearts

there luck rules the alleys

what that was it shall be or won't be

And she says to me understand, simply this is how people, living how it was once

she says to me understand, simply this is how people, paint time with a warm color

which has been forgotten and disappeared, every emotion that has fallen asleep

every old memory, sound of an old memory

• Artist:Idan Amedi
• Album:(Ratzinu Lihiyot) רצינו להיות