צדיק [Tsadik] [English translation]

Speaking of belief, but youre cought by the nature

Feeling the sorrow of the shekhina*, from your sorrow cant move

How will you sell them happiness, when youre one of the saddest people in town

How much a opened heart is important, You say but you will never give away your heart

A tool that holds the blessing is the peace, And no peace with yourself

Dont make the bible an axe, a dagger and a sword of your bible

With light one as a severe one, getting tired, making effort

Your settled Mishna**, clear, leavened bread in the rooms.

How he is marching calmly, with pride

Getting drunk, getting dizzy from the mob's voices

They call him a saint, bless you saint

In the lap of the fool will rest anger, rage of adders is your rage

Fool is passing his life without deed, you are sinking in your lazyness

How will you remember where you came from if you dont know where you're going to

Im a small mosquito from above, you say, what ever

But inside your heart a demon from a forest rules

How he is marching between a light to crazyness

Lame comfortably on the mob's head

They call him a saint, bless you saint

Hey saint, have a rest, stop

Until when will you twist, until when when will you beat around the bush

After all you know that nothing will help

Through this pain you need to pass

No one is pushing me, Stop falling asleep***

My nights are not coming anymore to demand their insults

How can I run away from you, where will i got?

Saint in his death is still alive, Me, in my life im already dead

Hey saint, between kse and asor****

What will you tell yourself, what will you sell to yourself

After all you know that nothing will help

Through this pain you need to pass

• Artist:Shuli Rand