The star of Nazareth Elite

Same old falafel stand, In a dusty town square Where they always give you, Extra balls to spare. And on the wall your picture framed, From way back when you got your first big hit. Your the best hun, Your the best , the true star of Nazareth Elite Someone calls your name, Quickly lower your head. Turns out it’s Tomer, Tomer Schwartz, From yudbet four, twelfth grade, And where are you now? When will you release an album or another hit? Your the best hun, Your the best The true star of Nazareth Elite Even the biggest deserter, In the end, always comes back. You ran, you ran, But nor fast enough for that Of course you had your dreams, dreams - everyone has does too. Inside, you're Aya from Nazareth, No one is perfect, toots In Tel Aviv, you're just another face, If you try hard enough perhaps, They long forgotten your name, In Haifa and Ashdod But Here, besides you, there’s only Gili, From Gili and Galit. Your the best hun, Your the best the true star of Nazareth Elite In little Rasko center, Most shops have been closed Twenty years have passed, Feels like seconds ago, “Niyeh ponimyo,” you say, “Atah zarich bank Leumi.” In the end, you too return, You just can’t seem to adjourn You have no more turns תתנחמי