דור פרץ

I can’t go back, I’m at a crossroads, It splits in all directions, You said yesterday it will be okay, After all, we’re young, A new day, opening the blinds to the sun, Clothespins on the roofs are dancing, Under the drying laundry, Someone is writing songs, Oh, Dor Peretz ole, Dor Peretz ole, Dor Peretz oleeee, Oh, Dor Peretz ole, Dor Peretz ole, Dor Peretz oleeee… Oh, Maccabi is coming Be ready There will be casualties