עבדים [Avadim] [English translation]

By the river of Aspirin we sat down (1)

In familiar places

Not hearing, not seeing

As if we were air

The film will soon be over

Reality looms

The picture is blurred

And the sound distorted

(REF:)

Because we are all slaves

Even if we have sort of a kind

Opening mouths wife

And waiting for the next pleasure

Yes we are all someone's addiction

That now asks you to feel

To open the mouth wide

And to wait for the next dose

Shop windows are pretty here

Everything is for sale

We are also hung up

With exchange notes

So what do we do with this anger

What about the envy

Everyone wants to be free

But from what, Lord, from what..

(REF)

• Artist:Berry Sakharof