“Pashut Anashim”
Words and music: Udi Damari

This is a story about such a nice person who was here, walking among everyone and yet alone.
All his life he never asked for anything again, only his smile, and accepted with love everything that happened to him
No one knew where he came from, where he was going, and what he was doing on a cold, rainy night in the city streets.
No one heard the heart that cried out in prayers and tears, which rose to the sky and broke the sky.
The whole world exists and breathes and stands, only thanks to such innocent people,
pure souls who only want to give, repair and build to brighten life.
The world exists and breathes and stands, only thanks to such simple people- true and innocent people, just people.
The old people tell stories who remember the moment when he stood and said to the world
I have nothing and I have everything in my life, and it is too much.
The medicine for the world is to be happy and also not to take to heart what hurts because everything will pass and pass away anyway.
There is a place for everyone in the world, you just have to give in. You don’t have to rush, and remember to truly love everyone.