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Words and Music Shlomo Artzi
My first memory: your beauty shocks me I throw my guitar and my father yells at me My mother says: that's my sinner and consoles as we walk in the moonlight My second memory: Your eyes taunt me I ran from that place and the danger of the time I asked you if you, would always be mine You replied: Look to the moon, a man's already arrive there There were times when happiness came through anger we laughed at everything, and burned whatever came to us there was nothing left , but to hug our grief and say: Yesterday was allright,Yesterday was allright,Yesterday was allright, and tomorrow will be too. It's difficult for me to concentrate, your beauty still haunts me It's hard to say it's a shame, or maybe. Instead I dance and say to the moon: Come down and blame my pain on the world. Sometimes I forget how I started looking at the moon. When you forget you are really lost. There's rain in the sky, and meanwhile no moon. When it appears, together we will disappear. There were times when happiness came through anger we laughed at everything, and burned whatever came to us there was nothing left , but to hug our grief and say: Yesterday was allright,Yesterday was allright,Yesterday was allright, and tomorrow will be too.