מרפקים [Marpekim] [English translation]

Verse 1:

He was born in Petah Tikva, during a thunder storm

The doctor said: "Cute, except he doesn't have elbows."

"Can you live like that?" His father asked, panting

The doctor replied: "You can, but it's hard in this country."

In the line for the Ice Cream Van, in a small valley in the city

Kids pushed him aside, he did not push them back

At night he pictured himself as a hero

Platinum elbows, first in every line

No more Porcelain Man, not being pushed through the canteen

Not bent, not weeping, not staying behind

One day they'll see, I'll find the way somehow

I'll survive, they'll respect me, I'll prove them wrong

God, if you'll have some spare time, please put an end to this

Just like anyone else, I want to push and pass, and attack too…

Chorus:

One elbow to the right

One elbow to the left

For you to move forward

You always leave a blue mark

[X2]

Verse 2:

He graduated from the army as an exemplary soldier, it was already in his nature

They told him: "From one to seven you were a ten, how about staying for regular army?"

"No thanks, a real NCO must have elbows, that's for sure…"

"Don't worry, ya Sergeant, they're gonna pay you for a surgery."

Wow, if this was just the introduction

Here's a new pair of elbows from the factory, America is here

He feels like a million bucks, he then tries jabbing

An elbow there, an elbow here, it's working, it starts to hit

They all move backwards, he flies to the top

One shekel after another, one rank after another

The kids don't laugh anymore, new paths have opened up to him

They say: "Listen, he's gonna make it, he has elbows..."

(They're right)

[Chorus]

Verse 3:

Today he's in the big boys yard, where no kids push

On the 50th floor you can't hear the basement

Business, real estate, politics, buffet

He gladly inhales anything that swells the chest

Whisky and cigar, 'cause a boss is a boss

He's got the power to influence, but he won't move a glass

He doesn't think about society, not bothered by the environment

Look at you, a bully with a tie

You've left blue marks on all of the citizens

Just like you had on harsher days

They've sharpened their elbows, waiting for the signal

Dying to hit you on the ribs…

Crony, capitalism, underworld [X4]

[Chorus]

One elbow, one elbow, elbow, more -

One elbow, one elbow, more...

To move, to move…

One elbow, one elbow, elbow, more -

One elbow, one elbow, more…

To move, to move…

You always leave a blue mark!

• Artist:Tuna (Israel)