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written by: Shoshana Vegh
When he lived in the heart of the country
On the third floor
Locked himself up
In his room with
Electric guitars
Smoked and chilled
One morning he scattered his belongings
And left for a new house in a foreign land
To follow obscure dreams
I asked myself how did this happen
That our son left a street named “Salvation”
written by: Shoshana Vegh
כַּאֲשֶׁר הִתְגּוֹרֵר בְּלֵב הָאָרֶץ
בְּקוֹמָה שְׁלִישִׁית
הִסְתַּגֵּר
בְּחֶדֶר עִם גִּיטָרוֹת חַשְׁמַלִּיּוֹת
עִשֵּׁן וְנִרְגַּע
בֹּקֶר אֶחָד פִּזֵּר אֶת חֲפָצָיו
וְיָצָא בְּעִקְבוֹת חֲלוֹמוֹת סְתוּמִים
לְבַיִת חָדָשׁ בְּאֶרֶץ זָרָה
שָׁאַלְתִּי אֶת עַצְמִי אֵיךְ
זֶה קָרָה לָנוּ שֶׁהַבֵּן עָזַב
רְחוֹב בְּשֵׁם גְּאֻלָּה
