צמרמורת [Tsmarmoret] [English translation]

I don't want to talk, of course I love

Because I don't want to fight, not now

A second before you fall asleep, I don't want to be the bad one

In your dream, not again please

Who believed that this could happen

The chills

The end of fighting on all fronts

The chills

Wall to wall with no barriers

A stop to the deviation

3 a.m.

We sit in bed

Afraid to sleep without making peace

Too tired for logic

One is angry and almost forgot why

The other remembers exactly

With no comfort, no comfort

I don't want to talk, of course it hurts me too

A harsh face, completely red now

• Artist:Harel Skaat