לא חוזרת [Lo chozeret] [English translation]

You give me your hand coming back to me.

It is too hard to wear the mask of indifference.

It hurts me.

It is time of great wars for me.

I don't want to think anymore.

I choose the words that make me feeling good,

I write them and shelve again.

They said you would be so kind to me.

I knew what it is to love.

I’m whispering to you from my heart.

Why should I take it close to my heart?

You said that it is not necessary.

You left [but] surrendered [and now you] suffer.

Well, so what is turned out for you?

Every day you struggle with it again.

From far away you are approaching again.

I do not return.

I do not return.

It doesn't matter what falls to me,

I do not give up,

I do not return, no, I do not return.

Even if you come now

To me, to me...

I give you my hand again, talk to me.

I will put on a dress of shame, beautiful on me.

I bite my lips.

I lost the habit to all the nonsense and to you.

It is too hard for me.

You have such a dimple,

Worth living for it.

Your eyes penetrate the soul.

They told me it would be not good.

How long I have risen already to fall?

It took only two hours and a year.

Why should I take it close to my heart?

You said that it is not necessary.

You left [but] surrendered [and now you] suffer.

Well, so what is turned out for you?

Every day you struggle with it again.

From far away you are approaching again.

I do not return.

I do not return.

It doesn't matter what falls to me,

I do not give up,

I do not return, no, I do not return.

Even if you come now

To me, to me...

• Artist:Sapir Saban