a young soldier by the spot
where Yitzhak Rabin was shot
he mumbles "we're sorry"
teenage couples by the sea
wash away the years of sin
from Yafo to "the Powder"
my hill of spring is not a place for mourning
veiled ladies smile and say
"this town is yours for today
but someday you'll be gone"
two old lovers laugh away
"hedonism is our way
let's pretend, let's be hopeful"
my hill of spring is a machine for loving
we could move to Tel Aviv
fly away across the sea
to this place where we can breathe at last
we should move to Tel Aviv
feel the middle eastern breeze
free alas
