Chorus:
Get away from me
and kiss my feet
you seem like a loser to me
so go away from my life.
You keep from yourself
the ‘shakel‘ of the family
you travel in a big car
with a hollow attitude
(a disgusting relation)
Your nose is up there
you‘re no nuclear scientist
you do wickedness all day
from place to place
(and you didn‘t say ‘shalom‘)
Chorus:
Get away from me...
You make noise on the road
and you act indifferent to her
you‘re a nail not a hammer
and also not sensitive at all
(you‘re a sardine not a shark)
And there‘s no gold in your heart
only on your chain
(and your poor sister)
Chorus:
Get away from me....