Lyrics and music: Maor Ashkenazi and Noam Cohen
Musical arrangement and production: Din Perlis and Or Levin
Mix: Eyal Mazig
Mastering: Ohad Nissim
Live drums: Omer Funk
Guitars and pianos: Or Levin
Additional guitar: Ziv Elmaliah
Main radio broadcaster: Niv Raskin
Lyrics:
We are driving in our car
Terrorists are shooting at us
I will never forget
Running to the shelter
And calling my father
I hope he's up already
There is nowhere to run
I hear the explosion
And I'm covered in blood
I escaped by luck
And most of my body was spared
But my head is still there.
Two and a half weeks with no sleep
I will not forget Lazar in the car covered in blood
I want to escape this and feel something else
But there is a bullet in my leg as a souvenir
Suddenly everyone feels sorry for me, I'm disgusted
They come to hear stories but really
I have no desire to speak about it anymore
But if you really want to hear what I endured:
I will not forget being covered by bodies
To keep shrapnel from hitting my body
I will not forget the boy who afraid to God
And all his blood sprayed on my face
I will not forget the smell of burning
People and the smoke that filled every room
I will not forget people yelling 'The army is coming'
And then terrorists came on a pickup truck.
I open my eyes and realize that I am alive
I move my friends' bodies off me
A dying boy missing a foot grabs my shoes
But if I protect him who will protect me
My life, everything I wanted to be,
Races through my head in a few seconds
I am full of doubt if I should die or live between the gunshots
I realize there is no choice, I have to try.
I peek carefully from the door of the shelter
I hope to see one person speaking Hebrew
A car full of Jews suddenly goes by
I went to them and beg them to open the door for me
I yell at the driver to drive as fast as he can
I lie down in the back seat and hide
My leg is bleeding but I'm not dead
I still can't believe I escaped.
We are driving in our car
Terrorists are shooting at us
I will never forget
Running to the shelter
And calling my father
I hope he's up already
There is nowhere to run
I hear the explosion
And I'm covered in blood
I escaped by luck
And most of my body was spared
But my head is still there.
My body may have been spared
What part of me died when Raz became 'the late Raz'
I may not be that strong
Because when I see your picture, my brother, I choke up
I will never forget anything that happened
But I will not let these a******* win
I still have visions at night
But no one can take the smile off my face.