Matisse - Tel Aviv (Hill Of Spring) lyrics

A young soldier by the spot Where Yitzhak Rabin was shot He mumbles "we're sorry" Teenage couples by the sea Wash away the years of sin From Yafo to "the Powder" My hill of spring is not a place for mourning Veiled ladies smile and say "this town is yours for today But someday you'll be gone" Two old lovers laugh away "hedonism is our way Let's pretend, let's be hopeful" My hill of spring is a machine for loving We could move to Tel Aviv Fly away across the sea To this place where we can breathe at last We should move to Tel Aviv Feel the middle eastern breeze Free alas