Written, Composed and Produced by Kama Vardi
Niv Haramati: Melodica & Flutes
Dan Zeitune: Bass
Ifat Tzur: French Horn
Udi Naor: Drums no.1
Michael Ziv: Drums no.2
Tsachi Sadan: Accordions
Kama Vardi: Guitars, Singing & Irish Noises
Recorded at Stairway Studio by Dan Zeitun and at various places by Kama.
Mixed by Dan Zeitune and Uri Wertheim
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You kept your promise
Love or not
On summer-prose, say - is there
a cotton field as bright as first love's passion?
Take me where blue poppies grow
Blue poppies grow
While in my secret garden I hang
Life-old wishes from dead trees
- Some would claim the same songs he sung
Northern storm for summer breeze
For summer breeze
So send me coal and send me embers
Burn my rubies, drown my pearls
You say it grew from love so tender
And by your fire-parade I swear
I swear
And he said
By the way, I took the last train
Ride it far and ride it free
Days go dreaming, yes, I sure can
Ride them blind down starry streets
Our starry streets
As winter followed tear-red autumns
Damn all poems, damn my best luck
Love me while the wind's still blowing
Love me while the snow falls black
On our crazy, holy, broken back
and send me coal, yeah, send me embers
Burn my rubies, drown my pearls
You say it grew from love so tender
Still by your fire-parade I swear
I swear
But it doesn't matter
I know I am bound to go back
I've sailed across too many endless puddles
and yes- you are my sheer poisoned luck
But all the same - I chose the apple
Break it red and starry
So clap for joy and clap for anger
Send me cracked and lit as they
To pray it grew from love so tender
and by their fire parade to swirl
I swear
Niv Haramati: Melodica & Flutes
Dan Zeitune: Bass
Ifat Tzur: French Horn
Udi Naor: Drums no.1
Michael Ziv: Drums no.2
Tsachi Sadan: Accordions
Kama Vardi: Guitars, Singing & Irish Noises
Recorded at Stairway Studio by Dan Zeitun and at various places by Kama.
Mixed by Dan Zeitune and Uri Wertheim
***
You kept your promise
Love or not
On summer-prose, say - is there
a cotton field as bright as first love's passion?
Take me where blue poppies grow
Blue poppies grow
While in my secret garden I hang
Life-old wishes from dead trees
- Some would claim the same songs he sung
Northern storm for summer breeze
For summer breeze
So send me coal and send me embers
Burn my rubies, drown my pearls
You say it grew from love so tender
And by your fire-parade I swear
I swear
And he said
By the way, I took the last train
Ride it far and ride it free
Days go dreaming, yes, I sure can
Ride them blind down starry streets
Our starry streets
As winter followed tear-red autumns
Damn all poems, damn my best luck
Love me while the wind's still blowing
Love me while the snow falls black
On our crazy, holy, broken back
and send me coal, yeah, send me embers
Burn my rubies, drown my pearls
You say it grew from love so tender
Still by your fire-parade I swear
I swear
But it doesn't matter
I know I am bound to go back
I've sailed across too many endless puddles
and yes- you are my sheer poisoned luck
But all the same - I chose the apple
Break it red and starry
So clap for joy and clap for anger
Send me cracked and lit as they
To pray it grew from love so tender
and by their fire parade to swirl
I swear
אין תגובות עדיין. אתה יכול להיות הראשון שיגיב.

