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The one who doesn't dance, stands!

:Max Gat-Mor
: Tzvika Pik

Very slowly, we have met
We forgot how to cry
The abyss that opened wide
Didn't let us see
That in life, we learnt a long time ago
We only have to go forwards
And the one who doesn't follow the rhythm
Won't succeed in the end

The one who doesn't dance, stands

The drops became rain
And the rain became tears
And here we are, wet
We don't know what to do
We cannot go back
We have to go forward
And the one who doesn't follow the rhythm
Won't succeed in the end

The one who doesn't dance, stands

And suddenly when you slam the door
I remember our first kiss
I scream and want to block the door for you
But you disappear and simply don't answer

The one who doesn't dance, stands


Mi shelo roked omed!

Le'at le'at nifgashno
Shokhakhmo ekh livkot
Hatehom shenipara po
Lo notna lanu lirot
Hakhayim mizman lamadnu
Rak tsarikh lehitkadem
Umi shelo vaketsev
Lo matslikha leseyem

Mi shelo roked omed!

Hatipot hafukh legeshem
Vehageshem lidmaot
Va anakhnu retubim po
Lo yodim ma la'asot
Lehakhot asur lalekhet
Khayavim lehitkadem
Umi shelo baketsev
Lo matsliyakh leseyem

Mi shelo roked omed!

Ufitom she'at toreket et hadelet
Ani nizkeret banshika harishona
Ani tso'ek rotse lakhsom lakh et hadelekh
Abal dmutkha shehitrakhka kvar lo ona