ערבב את הטיח [Arbev et Hatiyach] [English translation]

It's five in the morning in Gaza

It's still cold out, I'm tired,

I get inside Nabil's car

And fall asleep on his shoulder,

On the way once again, the checkpoints,

They say: Halt! Certificates...

Tel Aviv is an hour away

And it's another day, of just work.

Mix up the plaster, Ahmed,

Mix up the plaster.

At lunch break

From the scaffolding you can see

Who'll build, build a house

Who'll build if we won't do the job

Plaster on the wall

Dust over the city

I know the song

Always the same song

Mix up the plaster, Ahmed,

Mix up the plaster.

• Artist:Ehud Banai