Shir HaFrecha

Ein li rosh le’milim arukot
Ve’ata min mila aruka she’kazot
Ciao yedidi ve’dash le’chayacha
Be’tikva she’tavin et ha’frecha

Ha’shemesh shel Faraj kora’at et ha’yam
Va’ani mafliga be’toch ha’kafkafim
Le’an she’yikchu ha’orot ani sham
Im ha’laka, ha’lipstick ve’shar dawin

Ki ba li lirkod U’va li shtuyot
Ba li litzchok ve’lo ba li alecha
Ba li ba’yamim ve’ba li ba’leylot
Ba li litz’ok ani frecha

Panim she’lo osot cheshbon
Ve’jeans be’style she’katuv ba’iton
Silsul nitzchi ba’se’arot
Ve’posterim bi’mkom kirot

Rotza le’ehav kmo ba’sratim
Chatich she’yavo be’anglit u’tzva’im
Come on baby ha’matos mechake
Ve’od chalom sheli mamri lo ve’boche

Ba li lirkod U’va li shtuyot
Ba li litzchok ve’lo ba li alecha
Ba li ba’yamim ve’ba li ba’leylot
Ba li litz’ok ani frecha

Ba li lirkod U’va li shtuyot
Ba li litzchok ve’lo ba li alecha
Ba li ba’yamim ve’ba li ba’leylot
Ba li litz’ok ani frecha

Pa’am she’yihiye li zman li’hiyot gdola
Pa’am tigamer ha’mesiba
Ki be’sof kol frecha mistater shikun katan
Ba’al le’dugma ve’elef kivuney ashan

Ba li lirkod U’va li shtuyot
Ba li litzchok ve’lo ba li alecha
Ba li ba’yamim ve’ba li ba’leylot
Ba li litz’ok ani frecha

Ba li lirkod U’va li shtuyot
Ba li litzchok ve’lo ba li alecha
Ba li ba’yamim ve’ba li ba’leylot
Ba li litz’ok ani frecha

Ba li lirkod U’va li shtuyot
Ba li litzchok ve’lo ba li alecha
Ba li ba’yamim ve’ba li ba’leylot
Ba li litz’ok ani frecha

Ba li lirkod U’va li shtuyot
Ba li litzchok ve’lo ba li alecha
Ba li ba’yamim ve’ba li ba’leylot
Ba li litz’ok ani frecha

The Bimbo Song

I’m not in the mood for long words
And you’re sort of a long word yourself.
Ciao, my friend, and give my regards to your life –
With hope that you’ll understand the bimbo

The sun of Faraj (was a popular Tel Aviv photo shop) tears up the sea
And I sail along in flip-flops.
Wherever the lights take me, I’ll be there,
With nail polish, lipstick
and the other show-off stuff.

Because I feel like dancing, I feel like nonsense.
I want to laugh – but you, I don’t want!
I feel like it during the day, and at night
I want to scream – I’m a Bimbo.

A face with a cool stare
And jeans in the style the newspapers write about.
A permanent wave in my hair
And posters instead of walls.

I want to love like in the movies –
A hunk that comes in English, and in color.
Come on baby, the plane is waiting!
And another dream of mine takes off, and cries.

I feel like dancing, I feel like nonsense.
I want to laugh – but you, I don’t want!
I feel like it during the day, and at night
I want to scream – I’m a Bimbo

Once when I have time to grow up,
The party will be over.
For at the end of every bimbo,
hides a nice little apartment complex,
A model husband,
and a thousand directions of smoke*

I feel like dancing, I feel like nonsense.
I want to laugh – but you, I don’t want!
I feel like it during the day, and at night
I want to scream – I’m a Bimbo
I feel like dancing, I feel like nonsense.
I want to laugh – but you, I don’t want!
I feel like it during the day, and at night
I want to scream – I’m a Bimbo

* smoke – A good apartment has air currents from all directions.
Since Tel Aviv air is polluted, it says smoke from all directions instead of air.