How Can We Call My Love, By Yehuda Poliker and Yakov Gilad

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How Can We Call My Love
Words by Yehuda Poliker and Yakov Gilad
Music by Yehuda Poliker
(Provisional translation by Shai Gluskin)

And this is a really nice world

And this is a new Middle East

And this is Yaffo/Tel Aviv

And this is just not a calm week around here

And this is just a small blister

And this is me and this is you

This is not gold, it just erupts.

And this blister, if you just touch it &endash; it explodes.

And this is our life in this last period

It could be better

A catastrophe could come.

Good evening despair, good night hope

Whose turn is it now? Whose turn is it next?

And this rifle is a camera

That photographs like war

And it sounds like shooting.

There is nothing like Yaffo at night.

This is not the fire, it is the match

This is not the censor, it's just the plan.

It's a shame that Sunday isn't Monday.

And this is our life in this last period

It could be better

A catastrophe could come

Good evening dispair, good night hope

Whose turn is it now? Whose turn is it next?

Is this storm a song of wind?

Which tune is there for hope?

How can we call my love?

How can we call your love?

Good evening despair, good night hope.

Whose turn is it now? Whose turn is it next?

And this is Fall and it's sad

And this is the house and it's a prison

This isn't the first cigarette

And it certainly isn't the last.

This is the thought machine

That I haven't succeeded at turning off.

And this is me and this is you

This togetherness that was it's as if it never was.

And this is our life in this last period

It could be better

A catastrophe could come

Good evening despair, good night hope

Whose turn is it now? Whose turn is it next?

Is this storm a song of wind?

Which tune exists for hope?

How can we call my love?

How can we call your love?

Good evening despair, good night hope.

Whose turn is it now? Whose turn is it next?