At this time, just before a year is exhausted again
The honey breaks out of the country's apple.
Zolg is from the reddish fruit to adventure,
To tour the whole country wide and long.
In gold cobs to the honey-washed south,
Between drug hothouses, in the shadow of a new criminal organization,
Passing through stolen vehicles in the underworld
Launches a camel race at the rate of a hundred shots.
Continues to the North on his sweet journey
Here, too, no one licks it – fear is paralyzing
In the face of threats of protection, arson and just plain horror,
An apple in its honey is like a wasp bite.
The honey passes to celebrate a charioteous, oppressive year,
Vacation in Tel Aviv, the city of lights that never stops.
Suddenly, it was trampled under hundreds of thousands of people
Because the battles from Eritrea enveloped Gush Dan.
Towards the New Year the honey runoff like river water,
Works hard at sweetening but the taste is bitter.
Whoever extremes celebrate, governance is deceptive,
Maybe because a worm burrows into the apple.
And the worm wishes for her with provocation,
That in the new year the situation will continue
In which only she controls the apple, the situation,
And in short, the head is her, and the rest - a tail.
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