רדיו רמאללה [Radio Ramallah] [English translation]

Now, between Yad Chana and the neighbouring TulKarem

A Muazin is fighting from the top of the Mosque

Layla is alone, behind heavy glass

I try to tune in but can't hear

Layla is in the radio, may be she calls me

I still remember a burning field and the beat from above

I feel the heat in my eyes, and suddenly I wake up without a friend

A white room closes on me, it is dark tonight

Layla tonight Layla tonight, Layla tonight Layla tonight

Radio Ramalla, night after night

It is her whispering voice, chatterbox, wins me over, 1965

I feel blurred

Radio Ramalla, night after night

One day we will meet, will remember and get excited

How it was in 65, Layla Layla

And so, I miss opportunities

I imagine what was, and what could have been

Memories blend with longings

And they burn, like salt on the wounds

I hear a machine, between a mine field and cotton field

Slices the connection between us

Layla is not answering but I still hope

God is great, he is probably on our side

Layla is on radio, may be he will answer my prayers

I try to look for her but can't tune the radio

Layla keeps quite, a portable radio is playing

I wish I could ring Layla tonight

Layla tonight Layla tonight.....

Radio Ramalla, night after night

It is her whispering voice, chatterbox, wins me over, 1965

I feel blurred

Radio Ramalla, night after night

One day we will meet, will remember and get excited

How it was in 65, Layla Layla

• Artist:Yehuda Poliker