| Chom Yuli Ogust (July August Heat): |
The July-August heat weighed down.
Noon: the [army] company marched through the riverbed.
"Record in the book a page that speaks of battles.
Record the trembling wounded." And this is normal.
Youth is beautiful, the summer is ever-lasting,
And Aknin arrives at the company, General of Kiryat Gat.
He burnt cottages, fled to Bet Govrin,
The police on his heels. Once here, he calms down somewhat.
Whatever I remember, from this I record.
Of the trembling on stretchers, two are without names.
Images from the last time return to me.
Today, in my dim memory,
The heavy burden of battles and hallucinations.
The July-August heat, only one remains.
Helicopter takes off; I lay alone in the field.
When the helicopter disappears, I am suddenly hungry.
Dying to eat you at base headquarters forever.
I return with a stripe to your house.
I seal the room, even God will not enter.
Suddenly, your father comes in, seems like he's crying:
"In the trench, an entire unit was captured." The firing in
tempo.
Whatever I remember, from this I record.
I grab a Haifa-bound cab, dive into the disco.
Whores at the gate, for me just a demon burns.
I go dancing with dead soldiers in my heart.
"Record, record." I record, I record.
