Apres Nous la Deluge (acharenu ha-mabul)

Nurit Galron/Arkady Duchin

There is a country of stones and molotov cocktails
And there's Tel Aviv burning with clubs and licentiousness
There's a country of revolutionaries where they bandage the wounded
And there's Tel Aviv celebrating a life of eating and drinking
No, don't tell me about a girl who's lost her eye
It just makes me feel bad

I have no strength for folks who are oppressed and imprisoned
And I don't care what happens in the territories
Don't tell me about a "Yellow Time," about curfews and rebels
Let's make love, let's live life
Tel Aviv, that's life
No, don't tell me about a girl who's lost her house
It just makes me feel bad

I have no strength for guardians of morals or righteous people
Let's swallow Tel Aviv's noisy streets
No, don't tell me abou a girl who's lost her childhood
It just makes me feel bad

Let's live the Tel Aviv which lies before us
After us, the flood
The satiated don't understand the hungry
Tel Aviv is life