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Song's lyrics
While the moon passes
While the moon passes
The tree will water its roots
The bird
Will pluck its feathers
Absent-mindedly
Before torn fragments of sea and sky
Snipers will sit at the gate
Their laughter sometimes hushed
Absent-mindedly
Before torn fragments of sky
Birds will quaver on the bough
Wounded bird, its feathers ripped
Wants to fly
In the future, once more
To fly
In the future, once more
Written & Composed by Matan Shiram
Bright moonlit night
Bright moonlit night
Low as the tide
As the level of days
That are going backwards
As the traces of yesterday
Like an eternal keepsake
Bright moonlit night
Like the sun, it sets
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