Hanan Ben- Ari - Dor (Generation)
A generation went and a generation arrived, a generation sitting on the crisis
This generation everyone were waiting for, and now it's maturing
A generation wants to taste and touch, feel deep inside the heart
Eat from the Tree of Knowledge, and at the end fall in love
A generation thirsty for love, wants a bit love
A whole generation choosing Geheinam instead of Gan Eden of compromise
A generation returning back
A generation breaking the idols of grandpa, grandpa has small god
God of fear of punishment, god of black- and- white
God locked in four bars of Halacha
Do what is written, and merit most of blessing
A shallow god like Worts, and worn out Gematrias
A generation breaking Father's heart, a generation breaking the vessels
A fat generation and not full, pills for any demand
Love is not for eternity, so now he is divorcing
Post-Modern Liberal, sanctifying the confusion
There's no truth, and there's no normal
A generation of tear, a generation of the Flood
During the nights I remember grandpa, sometimes a bit jealous
In the bread in salt smile, in Baba Sali a burning candle!