Every word feels like it’s carved in stone, written in blood. The song, penned during breaks in combat in Gaza, expresses the feelings and pain of many reservists. Eyal and Gal are dead. Noam Tsuriely (28) addresses what soldiers in Gaza face deep in their souls. We have translated the lyrics for you:
Standing at the border, whispering to Sheike: We’re going in. Sheike replies: We’re going in. I trust myself, the person next to me, the team. I trust in miracles. At the front, the moon is out, even it is stressed. Well, what else?
Not every night does a nation bleed. Not every day does a war begin. We march forward. The weapon is ready. Guarding the back of the one in front of me.
I hear the voice of his wife: Noam, take care of my husband! She says, I know him well, he’s a bit crazy and always tries to be a hero....
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