hebrew → English transcript

Again and again in these images we see families abandoning their homes, heading south, but their numbers are still small.

And unlike previous times, the music this time sounds different, which may delay the army's advance.

In the confusion of the clash we moved about ten meters, from position to position.

So, if we create some breach in the Israeli army's advance,

we will not enter a state of racial existence and sinfulness.

We will remain in our waters, and we will not return to what was there before.

Of course, we did not retreat.

Either we will live on our soil or we will die on our soil.

Because of this, furthermore, no one knows how to train.

And because of that, there is no way to advance alone.

Today, brother, there is no diesel or supplies. How can we possibly advance into Gaza?

Because of this, to advance into Gaza there is no reliable route.

Wherever you can advance, we can advance.

And there is also life itself.

The conversations between soldiers and civilians with the survivors.

I said to him, "sorry, please."

He said to me, "please."

I'll help you say it.

He said to me, "please."

I told him, "I can't advance."

There were my hearts and the hearts of the survivors.

I was frightening.

He told me, "I was afraid."

Because my bears are scared on the roads and in all the shvivrim.

He told me, "That's not true."

He told me, "You're right."

That's not true.

This part was the severe shortage of food.

He opened the gates.

Prices dropped dramatically.

It became much more accessible.

Like in that market we documented in the Rimal neighborhood.

But now, what immediately comes to mind in every idea,

that you don't want all this dairy to be dismantled by a severe operation.

There is no madness; no one is burdened with it alone.

Today everything is emotional.

There is no idea here at the root.

The state here, folks, is an artistic state.

They have an extra, they have Atiel, they have death,

They have intensity, they have that.

They make the place, they make the scene.

They immersed themselves in art.

Truly, the flowering of Palestine.

Today I want to go to the malls.

There's a chazaziya.

They tell you, "You're a Gazan, why are you here?"

Go to Gaza.

Now you'll see how we're together.

Together, there's a chazaziya among us.

That is to say, it won't be found there.

He's coming from the left; I'll tell him,

Where should I go?

I'll tell everyone where I'm going.

He'll tell me, "No — mhaduz, no — 'agr, no — like this, no — like that."

And then I'll say to him, "What do you mean?"

Come with me; we'll switch.

Sure, sure.

For the children's frameworks and for my frameworks,

I need to emigrate.

I see the cold life.

Two years,

no one in the country saw us.

Not those who owe the state,

nor those the state owes.

Two years,

for less,

and in bekhar, and in cheapness,

and in bambala,

and in destitution,

and in Psalms.

They look at other girls.

They look at the other rows.

They need to emigrate.

So part of their lives — their lives

they live with less, and on some days they must emigrate.

They speak frankly about the camera.

They talk about the gap between the hollow slogans

and the lives of people who choose life.

Unlike their leaders

who led them onto a course

of death and destruction.

We are alive,

there are no divisions or discrimination.

We are all alive.

We are not living.

He sees so many people and they could say:

You've ruined our words.

I say…

These stood with you,

Today we are alive,

If you really help me, maybe a service, but with assistance,

If he comes to the school,

And my mother will wear it; it's cheese.

Maybe he'll wear my independence,

So you'll see that it's still like a day,

Did this make me forget?

My livelihood,

My writer,

My immigration,

All that made me forget.

I don't yet live as part of it,

But it's not really common.

Every island that started me, I will return.

I am a person disappearing and assimilating,

Today they gave things,

Friends bulls,

Besharacha.

They gave friends.

I am missing,

I did work for the house,

I am missing, I carried water to the house.

I was given,

I was given ownership of a house.

A corrupt sorting,

From corruption to corruption to martyrdom,

To retrieve a dining chair for my home.

I was given every name,

Everything, all of this is trapped in time,

This is what I can take for the children.

Life decided a lot for me, not just a little.

I owed shame,

And I decided from shame to the boy.

During the migration,

The system is harsh,

But it can go after the migration.

The migration…

This is the end.

The migration expelled us.

We are boiling.

The hittakhyatim that we succeeded.

More than the sector, more than the sacred, and more than the whole world.

In other cases, I have children.

We...

Let's go into Savad.

And the Savad in which hope resides.

Was pulled out onto the Silov.

It turned into a kind of skyline.

And fragments,

all that remained was to fantasize about one thing.

We warmed up, they told us,

Shachter Kodesh, Shachter Exa, Shachter Asara.

But we said, in other cases,

nothing was done.

Savad was made.

Savad — nothing was done.

People say,

Savad is the law.

That means,

we will promote the diseases,

we will promote the hittakhyot,

Especially.

Especially.

Everyone went especially.