| Flowers in the Gun Barrel
Between Aza and Rafiach the sun will stand still, On the summit of Hermon the moon will whiten. Flowers in the gun barrel and girls – will the tank cabin fill, And with returning soldiers the city will brighten. How good that you have come home Taken a bath and put the child to bed He waited for you – asked where father is Didn’t know that to bring the peace you went walking Sun in Givo’n stand still and moon In Ayalon valley. In this place dreaming Of the day when we’ll cease fighting and start breathing Quickly like a spring that overcame and was released This led to attention led to attention led To happiness and a smile, love and na?ve Two nations that are released from slavery and to freedom cleave Instead of soldiers, girls do the tank cabins fill Instead of shells, flowers are in the gun barrel I dreamed of the day and woke with tears trickling down my chin I’ll let you see – if you’ll only listen. Between Aza and Rafiach the sun will stand still, On the summit of Hermon the moon will whiten. Flowers in the gun barrel and girls – will the tank cabin fill, And with returning soldiers the city will brighten. Enough crying, little sister, wipe your eyes, don’t pine I’m supporting you at your side, holding your hands in mine. Everyone dies in the end it’s important to me that you know That though he fell and my heart sinks low And once again flowers fall like autumn leaves in tow And the easiest thing is simply to rise and go After all it’s said that change your location and luck changes its side Indeed from fate to hide So we stayed here and built a house full of love We believed in an olive branch and a dove And we stood during the anthem and to serve in the army fairly leapt And we buried soldiers and during the Shiva’a wept We fell to our knees and once again we stood on our feet up from the sands When the bullets ran out we fought with our hands Stop enough of waiting for the peace I’ll rest in the shade to dream until the beats of my heart cease After fifty six years of defending our home alone Our hope for a dove with an olive branch had nearly gone But we’re here to remind everyone that we can’t give up on the day We need to fold hand in hand and together the dream will become real, I pray Flowers in the gun barrel and girls – will the tank cabin fill, And with returning soldiers the city will brighten. Between Aza and Rafiach the sun will stand still, On the summit of Hermon the moon will whiten. Flowers in the gun barrel and girls – will the tank cabin fill, And with returning soldiers the city will brighten. Written by Dudu Barak. Translated by Shifra Shomron, Nitzan, 4th of Cheshvan, 5766 (November 6, 2005). home previous next |
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