שיר הפריחה [Shir Hafreha] [English translation]

I'm not in the mood for long words

And you're sort of a long word yourself.

Ciao, my friend, and give my regards to your life -

With hope that you'll understand the frecha..

The sun of Faraj** tears up the sea

And I sail along in flip-flops.

Wherever the lights take me, I'll be there,

With nail polish, lipstick

and the other show-off stuff.

Chorus:

Because I feel like dancing, I feel like nonsense.

I want to laugh - but you, I don't want!

I feel like it during the day, and at night

I want to scream - I'm a frecha.

A face with a cool stare

And jeans in the style the newspapers write about.

A permanent wave in my hair

And posters instead of walls.

I want to love like in the movies -

A hunk that comes in English, and in color.

Come on baby, the plane is waiting!

And another dream of mine takes off, and cries.

Because i feel like dancing...

Once when I have time to grow up,

The party will be over.

For at the end of every frecha,

hides a nice little apartment complex,

A model husband,

and a thousand directions of smoke***......

Because i feel like dancing...

• Artist:Sarit Hadad
• Album:(2008) האוסף הקצבי